"When I finished that last hour of work, I was just not really in the mood to do a lot today," I explained.
He grinned. "Oh! Was today your last day!?"
I grinned right back at him. "Yep. All done."
"Well! That needs a fist bump!" he said, and held out his fist for a bump.
After bumping fists, I said, "Really, that needs an exploding fist bump."
And he obliged.
And, yes, I was thrilled with his homily tying St. Jerome with today's Gospel, too, but the exploding fist bump was just icing on the cake.