Skunk and Brad sent me to the store this morning to buy cat litter. A necessary chore, but no where near as satisfying as hauling home a case of beer. 20 pounds of cat litter or 20 pounds of beer. Both feel the same on the CETMA rack on the ride home, but each offers my household its own unique qualities. Each pays me back in its own special way. It's 24 degrees in Seattle, that's cold.