There isn’t much that’s more perverse to the inherently lazy (I may mean me) than to receive time off from a job and to fill that time with more work.  It’s crass, in a way.  Positively unethical.

Summer semester at the college ended last week, and this is officially my first of four weeks of summer vacation.  Thus far, I have spent the time scheduling school visits (making  phone calls, leaving messages, making more phone calls, sending emails, making phone calls about emails, sending emails about messages, and splaying myself as far and wide as is possible, like a rollerskating donkey on an ice rink) and getting a replacement for my expired driver’s license.

Don’t ask.   

The renewal was something of a highlight of my week.  And no, I’m not be facetious at all.  I arrived at about 8:30 in the morning and was out by 9:00.  (Yes, a.m., and of the very same day!)  The intervening time was spent filling out one sheet of paperwork (one side only), about five minutes sitting, a short chat with a friend from the college who was enduring the same minimal inconvenience, a ten second and single row eye test, and a nice chat with a big fan of Robert Jordan whom I informed about Brandon and The Gathering Storm.  $25 later and I left holding a paper that identified me as a legal operator of a motorized carriage.  They promise me that the actual license will be mailed in about a month.  (Because the experience was so painless, I did not make a snarky comment about how the promised notice about my expiring license had not been so forthcoming.)

Yes, the photo on the license is DMV quality, but it’s far better than my old photo, in which I looked like a cadaver. 

So far, it’s made a respectable high point for my summer vacation.  I’m heading to Education Week at BYU next week, so maybe that’ll top it. 

Maybe.