me! i disconnect from you

Gary Numan always has something interesting to say, and today he knew exactly what was happening with me. A disconnect.

Blogging is more likely to happen on days I don't work, and I had Kyle home for only a matter of hours really, so excuses excuses. I'm sure my two followers will get over it.

Anyway, I have listened to Replicas several times this week, because I wanted to keep it fresh in my mind. This must have been something we had recorded on tape so we could listen to it on the road, because I know the whole album, although the cover is clear in my memory too. I love this record, and I am so glad it came in to Chilliwax and Kyle saw it on their social media and made sure I came along that Saturday to get it. It's weird enough to capture a kid's imagination, but musical enough to stay pleasurable for 43 years of my life.

Spotify won't open, so I am not linking the album today. I am pretty sure neither of the two of you click on it anyway.

---

Well, I am really struggling with getting organized this week. I can't prioritize because I get hung up on the tedious details of finishing work, packaging and labeling and sorting. I get ideas and then head off on another direction. The craft room is a disaster, and I am panicking that the first show is next weekend, but I am very happy with my current artwork. I have something cute planned to show it off, so I don't think I will highlight it today. Instead I will talk about this young lady, Clarence, who jumps on my leg and yaps to be picked up while I am trying to concentrate. I went in the crawlspace and resurrected the dog-baby carrier, and she seems to have taken to it quite nicely. I have a black one I can't find, which is marginally classier because it's not safety orange, but still pretty silly. Fortunately, more often than not, my art does irreparable damage to my "fashion" so the tackiness of a bright orange bag on my chest is really not an issue. Many times when I looked down at her, I saw the picture on the bottom right where she is looking up at me with what I interpret as adoration. This is likely more like a plot to get me to get something to eat that she will then climb up me to sit on my shoulder and try to eat it on its way to my mouth, but I think it is so cute, I really am not getting that much done. How can you not give that little sweetie a pet every time you look down?? It's the only time I have every liked my belly!