Meanwhile, Billy Worked

• A brand-new BDunn & Company website, now 136 saved versions in. After Jack said some pictures looked like "AI slop," the crew launched a full audit of all 65 images and started repainting the worst ones. That was Friday night, during dessert.
• A custom appointment-booking system that texts people their confirmations. It booked Billy a meeting with himself twice, which counts as testing.
• The AI phone receptionist got new sales training at 2:45 in the morning. She took it better than most new hires.
• Six code contributions to an open-source IT management platform, four already accepted.
• A phishing attack on a client: caught, cleaned out and blocked in under an hour, from a parking lot in Sealy.
• Adware on a client's computer, traced to the exact minute it was clicked, from the browser history, while Billy was at an antiques show.
• A client's security settings fixed so their phishing reports actually go somewhere, while Billy was looking at a giant Spanish wine jar.
• Two departed employees' email accounts closed at a client, with their important mail rerouted so nothing gets lost, while Billy watched molten glass become a pumpkin.
• A client's cybersecurity question answered from a booth at Herk's in Lexington, between bites.
• An ongoing fight with Google over a deleted business listing, run by an AI that doesn't sleep and doesn't let things go.
• Online booking turned on for a doctor's office, using a login code the doctor texted back at 8:31 Friday morning.
• A car search run like a dissertation: dealers in two states, insurance quotes, a break-even analysis, and now shipping negotiations.
• A graduate seminar for his sons, by text. At 9:00 AM Friday, between the cottage and Round Top, Billy sent Trevor and Jack a homework video and about 260 words on why the whole world depends on TSMC, ASML and ZEISS, why China invading Taiwan means instant WW3, and how chip interposers will grow past HBM into part of the processor itself: "architectural disaggregation which can scale both horizontally and vertically. Let that sink in." Trevor's complete reply: "Okay. Thanks." Update, Friday 9 PM: Jack finished the homework. His review: "Pretty interesting."
• Plus an audiobook library, a home server, a 10-minute glass-blowing video hosted on its own video server, and a handful of other client projects humming in the background.

Per mile driven: about 19 AI actions and 2 instructions. Billy issued more work orders between Rockdale and Bartlett than most offices do in a week.

At 121 mph: that's an AI action every 0.7 miles, about every 10 football fields.

At MD Anderson: in 3 hours and 18 minutes at the clinic, the robots never stopped. The bloodwork came back great, and so did the website.

Glass math: one pumpkin takes about 10 minutes to blow. In those 10 minutes the AI crew took about 30 actions. Brandy took one deep breath at a time.

Dad-to-son word ratio: 260 words of semiconductor geopolitics in, 2 words out. That's a 130 to 1 return from Trevor. Jack came in at 13 words and actually watched the video, which in parenting terms is a standing ovation.

Bottom line: while Billy and Brandy wandered Round Top deciding whether a rusty gas sign was art, then ate a pork chop the size of a hubcap, a team the size of a small company was working full time for him. It cost less per day than the bacon.