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The Mission

Eri had to go downtown in the afternoon for some bureaucracy involving employment insurance, so I did some creative scheduling and managed to get Kenzo to his Friends Club bus pick-up, kept Osamu relatively occupied, and somehow stayed productive in my last few hours of work for the week.

I've started using Chat GPT to help with my work. It's weird and amazing. I feel like I have a personal assistant who can research topics and flesh out ideas that would normally take me hours of Googling, writing, procrastination, and re-writing. 

In spite of my double-duty this afternoon I was able to write up a comprehensive summary for a company podcast I'm recording on Monday. Normally this would take a few hours, and with Osamu hanging out with me the task would have spilled into my weekend. I got it done before quitting time, sent it off to the podcast interlocutors, and had a little time left over to devote to Osamu.

I'm still getting used to using this rudimentary artificial intelligence as an assistant, but so far I am pretty excited for the "help."

Osamu was downstairs in the living room playing when I went to check in on him.

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

Papa has come downstairs from his office, a little tired. Osamu has a bunch of his big brother's toys strewn about the living room floor and is happily playing by himself.

PAPA
Hey Mu. What's goin' on? We're gonna go pick up Kenzo soon.

OSAMU
I am doing anything I want.

Osamu was loving his temporary autonomy. No Kenzo, no mama, no papa. Just him, the sunlight coming in through the window, and all the toys to himself.

At 18:10 Osamu happily headed out with me to go pick up Kenzo at the bus stop. The bus was on time and we were back home by 18:30 and right as we were pulling into the driveway Eri called. She didn't feel like waiting for the next bus home from Izumi Chuo and the weather was great so she walked.

But she was getting tired so she called to see if we might be able to come and pick her up at the bottom of the hill.

"Hang on boys! Buckle back up! We're going on a mission to save mama!"

The boys cheered and we zoomed down to the bypass and rescued mama from the uphill walk she loathes. It is pretty steep, especially when you're tired and it's Friday evening and you're not terribly excited about walking to begin with.

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