Oh, funny, Faldage, and not surprising, that I changed your bagged material in my mind from kitty litter to dog food! Ha! So terribly, horribly typical of me.

wwh:

200 pounds straight up? Omigosh. That's really unbelievable. It makes me think of the opening scene in "The Hours" in which we see Virginia Woolf put that big stone into her coat pocket--and I assume she'd put others there--before moving on out deeply into the falling off riverbed.