Now that you're back on your feet you don't even talk to me

Sunday night and the work I brought home to finish this weekend is still sitting in my bag. This is me, procrastinating.

So, to that end I decided to change a picture out of an old frame I've had for years. Behind that picture were about 10 others that had been saved there, hidden from view but important enough that I need to keep around for posterity. One stuck out because it was taken a short time ago in the fall of 2003. The other people in the photograph are not relevant, what matters to me is how young I looked. What I see in this picture is not what I'm used to looking back in the mirror or the reflection in a passing car window.

I cleared off my desk and laid out a mosaic of recent shots and a few old ones that are still around and with a glance in the mirror I placed above the table I confirmed it. I look considerably older now. It is obvious that I age every day, I just think that three years isn't a very long time and to have such a change occur makes me think about what has happened within those years.

And with that thought, I declare that I have successfully pissed away my time tonight thinking about all the stresses, work, punches in the gut, days in the sun, miles I've put on in just a few years. I hope the next few are a little more gentle on me, or you may not recognize this face when I stop by next.