Ever since my husband finished his school semester a couple of weeks ago, he’s been a Wild Man of Productivity. He planted our small garden plot, took a bunch of junk to the dump, took brush to the community brush pile, and trimmed out the kitchen door and painted it, along with painting some other trim in the entry way. When I came home from work yesterday, I found a ladder against our dead maple tree on the boulevard and a giant pile of branches from said tree in the yard. He was ridding the tree of branches so that it can be felled. Not only had he done this yesterday, but he’d also traveled an hour round-trip to pick up some MDF (medium density fiberboard) for more trim. As if this wasn’t enough for one day, he had also mowed the lawn. Crazy, huh? All of this activity is for a reason, though. We will be having a French exchange student for three weeks this summer, starting in mid-June, and Hubby is using her arrival as a deadline for completing household tasks. Nothing like a deadline for motivation. Hubby did take a break today, though, not accomplishing much of anything. Even a Wild Man of Productivity needs a day off.