Have you ever noticed how time seems to pass differently, depending on the situation? When we first got to Gainesville, and I started graduate school, time seemed to move so S L O W L Y. I distinctly remember writing in John's Christmas card that year, "One semester down, eleven more to go!" And the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel hadn't even made an appearance yet. It seemed like we would never get out of here. Now, though, when "all" I have to do is "just" write my dissertation, time feels like it's flying past at a mile a minute! Wasn't it just June? What happened to June? And July! July has gone missing, too! I was going to paint the living room over the summer. What happened to the summer? Suddenly, autumn deadlines that seemed a lifetime away are now just around the corner. What gives? Why does time slip by so quickly at certain times, while at other times it seems to move as slow as molasses in winter?