Today was Paul stereotype441's first day of summer vacation. I was astonished to hear someone coming in the front door around noon. Then I realized: oh, right!

"Hey, Paul -- guess where you're not?!"
"At work?"
"Yeah!"

He played some piano, then did some stuff in the kitchen. I came in to suggest he make muffins. I didn't want him to run out of stuff to do, y' know. But then we had this conversation:

"Arlo suggested that I write down things I want to get done on index cards, so I've got seven of those for today."
"Oh, right on. How many of 'em have you done?"
"None."

It's going to be a good summer.