The spare bedroom slash home office is in shambles. There’s stuff all over the bed. I don’t have the heart to stuff the Muppets in the closet, but they also don’t have a home for display. Everything is bonkers because work continues at intense levels and I’m just trying to exist and keep the puck moving forward.
I did get a break in the afternoon when Kyle popped up to grab a laptop after his MacBook Pro from 2016 with the dumb touchbar bit the dust.
We crammed in a dense chat about technology, AI, music and travel and then he was back on the road — an invigorating tangent that inspired a second wind of productivity that rolled into the evening.
I only wished I snapped a picture from our brief hang time. Alas, Edie resting will have to suffice.