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Remember when Caturday was a thing? We sure have lived through a lot of internet culture. I share it with my students sometimes. Do you think there will eventually be college degrees in Internet History? Do you suppose this website might make some list for one of those classes? That would be cool.

I did a little bit of this, and a little bit of that yesterday. I didn’t finish anything, so I can’t report on anything here.

I did sit on the couch a little bit yesterday. As school gets closer, I’m not feeling more urgent about doing my projects, I’m feeling more urgent about doing nothing. Bruno is good at helping me with that.

Our travels yesterday went pretty well. We landed in Denver with time enough for a bite to eat, then headed on.

There was a belt buckle in the urinal there, which was the only picture I took of our travels. I almost posted it here, but decided against it.

The takeoff from Denver had some bad turbulence. I experienced some moments of terror. But it didn’t last long, thank God.

The day ended with an easy landing in LA, a ride home from Denis, a wonderful fish dinner, and then some relaxing at home.

And since I didn’t post a picture of a urinal, here’s Bruno:

I have a pest-control service that visits my house once a month. It’s probably more expensive than me just buying some bug spray and going around the outside of my house myself, but I like it because I’m forgetful and I’m lazy.

The sprayer guy came yesterday, and texted me before he came to ask if I had any requests. I asked if he could come inside the house to spray. It’s included in my price, but I’m never home to let them in. This time I was! Awesome!

My plan was to hold Bruno while the spraying happened, then put him in the car and go for a drive while the spray dried. They use a pet-safe formula, but it should be dry before letting pets into the rooms it’s been sprayed.

The guy came in, and pumped his sprayer. It squeaked, and Bruno FREAKED. He hissed, jumped out of my arms, and ran behind the couch. I tried to coax him out while the guy sprayed, but no success. I asked the guy not to spray the living room, blocked off the living room doors, and waited for Bruno to come out, which he eventually did:

Later in the day, I realized he had torn my shirt as he jumped out of my arms:

Still later, I realized he had given me some nasty scratches. But hopefully I won’t be seeing any silverfish for a while.

It’s not warm out, but it isn’t as cool as it was during the winter. Still, Bruno insists on sitting on me all the time. I try to put him under his blanket, but he prefers my lap.

It’s nice, I suppose. Unless I need to get up to get a drink or something. Then I feel like I’m spoiling his whole night.