We were happy for Michael Boyd when he met Claude.
Be still, our beating heart. 💞
It was cute how they co-wrote a stern letter to the authorities. It made sense when they structured an 18-day Euro trip into fifty-four morning/noon/night slots. After all, those golf courses and degustations weren’t going to schedule themselves.
Claude-enhanced-Michael was getting more done and playing more golf. Nothing unsettling about that.
But then Spain won him his first-ever iterate sweep ⚽️🇪🇸, and suddenly he was winning things he had absolutely no control over. That was a bit scary. We even found ourselves wondering: Are we one prompt away from Claude simply forwarding Michael the keys? Are we ready for that?
And, honestly? Yes. Because Michael isn’t just good at getting more out of life, he has a way of making more of the good stuff go around too. Wherever this is going, we’re in. 🛣️🔑
Happy birthday, Boydie 🍻🥳
