Anyway, the whole adventure, from making the arrangements to go to getting the machine set up and running took about four hours. Not that I could have been doing anything else of importance all that time. It was way too hot for Sluggo today, anyway. It was even hotter in Chico that it was here, and the trip down the Skyway revealed the valley filled with haze. Sutter Buttes were barely visible. A darker streak of haze rose at an angle from Chico itself -- the town's pollution drifting on the afternoon breeze. A much larger and darker patch in the south marked the edge of a smog cloud approaching from Sacramento. I'll probably have bad dreams about it.
Someday soon, I'll have to venture back to Chico to hunt for Sluggo's replacement. I'm not looking forward to it. I've noticed the mouse getting wonky in recent days. Crap. Everything in this house is falling apart.