Ironically apropos

The phone rang a few minutes ago.  I snagged the phone on my way through the kitchen toward the back room that used to be a back porch before it was built in, and it turned out to be the local chapter of the GOP.  I continued with my chore while I chatted with the guy for a couple of minutes--he'd called to see if I was willing to/could help with the current election cycle, local edition (new state senators, governor, etc.).

So, what was the chore I'd headed back to do?  Clean the cat's litter box.