Old photos and procrastination


I’ve lost track of how long ago I asked my sister whether she remembered a particular photo of me and a childhood friend.  I could figure it out if I wanted to increase the guilt I feel for procrastinating on my promise to do something with our rag tag collection of family photos, but I don’t feel like it.  She overnighted her portion of the collection to me at no small expense and I promised I’d do something with them.  

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