Apparently, whoever sets off the Fourth of July fireworks in the big public park near where I live decided that since the Fourth was on a Wednesday this year, they wanted to do the fireworks on a more convenient day.

So they’re doing them right now. They’ve been booming away for about the last 20 minutes. It’s not even the first of July yet. Am I the only one who finds that really, really bizarre?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go peel Chaplin off the ceiling.

I knew Chaplin wasn’t going to react well to me being back at work all day today, after being home with him for the last 2 months.

Puking all over my bed, though…that’s a new one.

Bad kitty. Good thing I was already planning on doing laundry tomorrow.