It's hard for me to believe it's already July.  It seems that only a few weeks ago it was snowing here (Valentine's Day), and shortly before that I was trying to survive the horrordays.  Now it's nearly Independence Day and I feel as though I've been robbed of some very precious time.  I realize time seems to pass more quickly as the years go by, and this is normally attributed to our hectic lifestyles and busy schedules, but this year seems out of control.  It's racing by so quickly that I feel robbed in some way.