Tonight I unloaded the dishwasher which my husband had set going earlier - three dirty plates out of a very sparse load. Already cranky about having written nothing, I swore to myself and ran a sinkful of hot sudsy water, plugged in a podcast about the rediscovery of Hitler's Horses and set to, laying out tea towels along the bench once the drainer was full. I even dried up and put everything away. I look forward to walking into the clean kitchen in the morning and knowing that I don't even have to unpack the dishwasher. And I think my husband will enjoy the story of the Dutch Art Detective and Hitler's Horses.