Good morning, millennials.

Welcome back to the Chos and happy Tuesday.

That feels like a Monday because I'm back in my studio for the first time, landed, hopped up the plane at LA yikes.

Literally, every time I leave your house, and again, no slight against you.

Like, I'm so happy to be home.

I feel disgusting.

I wish I never left.

Like, it's monsooning in New York. My flight was four hours to leave. Or you wish you never left me.

Yeah. Like this sucks, dude. This blows. Even though I hate podcasting with you in person. Like the remaining

episodes are going to be so much better this week because we're apart. And that's why I had to leave.

No, I agree. We have gotten into such a good group with remote podcasting and I realize

like what it is. When we're together, like we're having so much fun. We don't want to stop and work.

However, when we're apart, it's like, I would never be like, hey, let's do it a little late today.

Like I respect your schedule and you respect mine. Like I know you made a lot happen to get there. Like, we are too scared of each other. We're so lazy together. We're so lazy together

because we just want to like be together. But when we're apart, we're like too scared of the other

to just like say screw the schedule. No, and the schedule is what keeps us alive. Like, but

whether at your house or you're here, it's just like, whatever. I hate podcasting with you in person.

So as much as I hated flying home and, like, leaving my family

and, like, waking up without the boys in my bed, like, it was horrible.

It is the right thing to do so we can turn out premium episodes,

four more episodes until the end of toast.

Season one, I forget, six.

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