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I prefer just having Jeeves drive me in my Ford F250. I've converted the bed into a mobile office, so I wake up, drink a breakfast shake, and begin producing. Then my kids tap me on the shoulder and help guide me to my F250 while I keep producing. Once I'm in the back, I'm producing like never before. I'm dropped off at our main office door, and I switch to mobile and use voice recognition to notate my production during my breakfast and morning ride, and I'm in my office before I finish.
I then produce for 10 straight hours with a 5min break for my lunch shake. By the time the day is over, I summon Jeeves again, and I load into the back and I produce all the way home. My wife makes me my dinner shake, and I finish some emails in my home office while I drink it. I close out my day notating my production for future review using voice recognition while I pat my children on the head and kiss my wife goodnight. Then I immediately sleep to get exactly eight hours so I can wake up and produce again tomorrow.
Hey, trigger warning on nightmare fuel, please.