05/07/2026
Asante was sitting at the kitchen table.
I was at my desk nearby.
Neither of us was saying much.
I was working. He was working. Or at least doing the very convincing digital nomad version of working, which is mostly laptop, focus, coffee, and occasionally looking like you know what you're doing.
Kima and Alma were around, keeping the whole operation secure. Bebop, Wallace, and HipHop were somewhere judging us, as cats do.
Nina and I joke that we secretly run a very exclusive coworking space out of our guest room in Lake Arrowhead. The membership is small. You can count the people on both hands.
Asante currently holds Diamond status in The Arrowhead Elite Circle. Perks include guided mountain walks, all treats included, and full initiation into the work cult.
No sign out front. No kombucha tap. No guy named Chad asking everyone to share their "intention" for the day.
Just people we love and trust. Working near each other. Eating together. Going on walks. Talking about life, work, dogs, anxiety, AI, breakfast burritos, whatever shows up.
The funny thing is, we don't even need to be working on the same thing. Just having someone else there changes the room.
I used to think the fix for remote isolation was better systems. Cleaner calendars. More discipline.
Turns out the best thing I did for productivity this month is a friend in a chair nearby.