If I'm asked this once a day, I'm asked it, um, one time. "Where's Percy? Write more about Percy!"
Alas, Percy is keeping to himself this summer. I see him mow his lawn every three weeks, and the other day he brought me some mail that had been mistakenly delivered to his house. That is it. That's the sum of our interactions this summer. There's nothing anecdote-worthy to share.
Maybe I should poke him with a stick.