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?!"
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?"
It's going to be a good summer.