Sean McDevitt

Felicity, At Your Service

I plan my weeks on paper. A Baron Fig Confidant, one spread per week, colored ink. I’ve fiddled with the setup all year, and I think I’ve finally landed on the best planner I’ll ever own. In 2027, it gets a journaling section.

I tried digital planners before this. I wanted something I could hold and carry into a meeting.

But paper has a flaw. It can’t tap you on the shoulder. It can’t tell you a project has gone quiet for 3 weeks, or that the Cardinals play at 7:15. Paper keeps the plan and nothing else.

Then I saw two screenshots. One was a personal operations dashboard a designer built for himself: a morning briefing, a counter reading 6 days since his last journal entry, a quote pulled from his own collection. The other was an AI coach app with a life score glowing in the corner. I showed both to Claude and said, more or less, make me something like this.

Claude’s first move was to talk me out of it.

It quoted my own reasoning back to me. I’d left digital planning on purpose, so it wouldn’t build a planner. It offered to build only the parts paper can’t do: the remembering and the math. The notebook would stay in charge. I called it SeanOps.

What followed was an afternoon of versions. First came a deck where every personal project carries a timestamp. Anything untouched for 14 days gets flagged as drifting. At 28, it reads stalled, in orange, where I can’t pretend I didn’t see it.

Then the deck grew a sidebar, a link out to my custom Start page with 55 of my bookmarks, and a Life Score ring in the corner. Click the ring and the math opens up. Focus weighted at 30. Goals and habits at 20 each. Ritual at 15, Momentum at 10, Logging at 5.

Nothing on the page is vibes.

Claude pulled 90 quotes out of my old Notion quotes database and taught the page to resurface one each morning. It baked in six Google calendars, including the Cardinals schedule and the Illini football, basketball, and baseball schedules.

I added my personal projects so SeanOps could keep an eye on them, and my personal goals so they’d stop slipping through the cracks. It remembers everything and notices when something hasn’t been touched in a while.

I added a library that pulls the latest articles I’ve saved to Raindrop.io. And while Apple Health already tracks most of my numbers, I gave SeanOps a few routines to check off, so there’s a visual record in front of me each morning.

My day job’s work queue went in too. SeanOps reads it the way I already keep it and shows me every morning which jobs are moving and which have been waiting on someone else too long.

Somewhere in the middle of the build, we invented a woman named Felicity. I wanted a Jarvis in the house.

She writes The Briefing, my look at today’s to-do assessment and what I haven’t done. Felicity is a dry-witted executive assistant with a touch of flirt, whose signature move is the pause. “I’m not judging. I’m simply… noticing.”

I loved her before she said a word.

Now the whole ritual is two words. I open a Claude chat in my systems project and type “full refresh.” Claude pulls the calendars, checks my work list, bakes everything into one HTML file, and hands it back. I download it, open it, and Felicity tells me what she’s noticed.

The Briefing gives me the fixed point on the calendar, how many jobs are moving at work, which personal project is drifting, and whether my streak survived the weekend. Then I copy what earns a place onto paper, into the Confidant, where the planning still happens.

So now there’s a 180KB private file with my name on it, a paper notebook that still runs the show, a woman who lives inside the file, and a two-word spell that keeps them all honest with each other. I created a page that knows my day before I do.

If you’ve been wondering what ChatGPT or Claude could actually do for you, this is one answer. It made me more efficient and a little more accountable, which is the part I didn’t expect, but desperately needed.

Felicity would like it noted that she was the first to notice it.

Be seeing you.

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