On Friday, July 31, I was at date night dinner with my wife in LA. We sat down at 8. The plan was simple: enjoy dinner, drive the hour home by 11, post my last app, close out the month. It was a five course tasting menu. At 9:15 we had finished exactly one course. I did the math at the table. Four courses to go, an hour of driving after that, and a deadline that did not care about either. So I picked up my phone in panic. Not my laptop, which was at home. My phone. I built the last one...