Now that spring has finally arrived here in the upper Midwest, I've been feeling pretty frisky. In fact, I decided it was time to think outside the box. I mean really, do you always have to sleep *inside* the crate? Maybe those creative juices would get flowing better by being *on top of* the crate. In fact, by thinking outside (and on top of) the box, I found a fuzzy sweater with an intact pocket that was harboring some treat remnants. I made short work of those and then settled in for a nap to ponder the mysteries of the universe.
I can't tell you much about the results of my pondering except that I know now the answer is not 42, as told in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but rather 1104. Sadly, the question remains elusive, but I will nap further on it.