So today we "fall back."  An extra hour.  I keep looking at the clock and then pleasantly surprising myself   at how much earlier in the day it actually is.  If only we got this extra hour everyday.  It's Sunday afternoon.  I've planned the menu for the week, gone grocery shopping, and washed and put away ALL laundry.  No easy feat with 5 people living in this house.  I wish I could capture this feeling and bottle it.  The house is organized, no frantic rushed feeling just an afternoon of relaxation.  Monday the frantic rush will start up again.  Until then, I plan to write in my journal contemplating my 37th birthday next week, go for a 4-mile run, and when I return, I might hit the kids trick-or-treat bags to collect some overdue taxes.  How can one hour make such a difference?