Dressed in black

I'm at The Gallery in Charlottetown. Their peanut butter cookies are particularly on point today — that's the beauty of the analog world — there can be variations that produce delight. I had to drag myself here. I felt guilty the whole drive over, convinced I should be working. I don't know how I became this way, but here I am.I'm at a table surrounded by wonderful letterpress art, the sounds of the kitchen, and a couple of older people sharing pictures of family younger than themselves on a phone. A couple of studious-looking women are staring at their laptops, devices that are a gateway to getting nothing done. I'm the creepy old guy with unkempt hair, dressed in frayed black, who has the habit of looking at people a millisecond too long — hence the word creepy. It's a habit from my days of watching people use products in the wild.I'm going to try very hard to stay away from The Bookmark, the bookstore not far from here. Already, with all the books in our small house, I have plans…