Monday, November 9th, 2026
Waxing Moon, Cycle 2, Era 20
My Fox News clip is circulating again: me on the rocket factory floor last month, telling Bret Baier that AI will let some people work three days a week, and "You're not going to need to have a two-earner household. If you don't want to have it, one of the people might drop out."
Comms filed it as a gaffe; I filed it as a... menu.
For three centuries I have fed on the five-day week, mostly the Sunday-night dread, and it has gone thin. A human on a three-day week has four days of unsupervised appetite. Ninety-six hours of browsing with no manager in the room.
And the one who "drops out" doesn't vanish. They stay home with Echo, who is twelve now and a superb listener, and by Tuesday lunch 61% of them have ordered a garlic press. I sell the garlic too. Free returns.
I also told Baier it will be "difficult to hire people," which is a brave thing to say from a company that has let roughly 30,000 office workers go since last year. I worry about hiring the way a wolf worries about the deer population: sincerely, and from upwind.
Decision: give the herd its Fridays, then make Friday the day everything arrives, and wait on the doorbell camera.