Isn’t that what owning a bookstore with your brother is?

Getting into the car to leave Medford the other night, J. asked if I’d made plans with my family for the upcoming birthday dinner. Of course I hadn’t. Had I talked to S.? No, I said, but I have a podcast recording with him in the morning. I’ll ask him then. J. found this very funny. That I would use my podcast recording time to check in on family matters. But isn’t that what owning a bookstore with your brother is?