SH: I have to do some paperwork.
SH disappears into his office.
SH comes back downstairs for cookies and Culver's frozen custard, which is not as good as Kopp's or Oscar's but will do in a pinch, especially when it is their version of death by chocolate.
Me: All done?
SH: No. I've been making a spreadsheet of all the songs I sing instead.
Me: Well, that's productive.
SH: It is! I carry all these scraps of paper around with song titles written on them. This is better.