rack and replace.

My son has had a couple of dental appointments over the last few weeks. During a fit a few years ago he broke one of his front teeth. A temporary cap was put on. He knocked that out banging his head against the wall. A new temporary tooth was put in last month, and a mold was made of his mouth. He did not knock that out. He did have to be restrained during the dentist's work. It took about an hour. He did well.

Last Tuesday the new permanent tooth and crown was put in. Just his hands were restrained. He was quite fine as new tooth was popped in. Took less than ten minutes. His dentist specializes with special needs young adults and he is marvelous.

Nine months in his home now. I was told he's staying in his room less and coming out to the common area. Ignoring everyone, but not privately. He's the chimp and everyone else is Jane Goodall.

I'm in a frustrated space artistically. My ability and my skills are not aligning with my ambitions. It's not the end of the world. It's not like putting a duvet cover on. I'll sort it out come July and August. Maybe a new record in September/October. You can pencil it in, lightly.

Just fourteen more workdays in front of me. Been throwing a lot of old shit from my desk. Good and I wonder why I held on to it in the first place. No one gives a shit. People kept asking me if I was going to have a retirement party and I finally gave in. It's on the 11th. I did make a playlist. No obvious digs, but there is some subtle tapping of heads and pieces of joy on it.

I'm finally ditching my paid Spotify account and moving all the chips into Apple Music. Might as well hang with the devil I know.