I have a new measure for how busy I’ve been. It is the state of my kitchen sink. I love to cook. It is a way to relax, work of steam, meditate, and play. The natural result of this passion, of course, is dishes. On a normal day I can run the dishwasher twice. If I’m really going to town, it can be three times, for a household of four. Sometimes I feel like I should have a dipstick to measure the depth of the mess I create.
In the last three days, I have yet to create a single load of dishes. Granted, there are lots of leftovers, so I wouldn’t be making pots dirty anyway. But no one’s been home, so there are no glasses. We’ve indulged in lots of carryout, mostly because automotive follies have had me running from here to Timbuktu every evening, but still….. Tonight I had a choice between getting oriental to go and having time for a much-needed walk. I chose the walk. Tomorrow evening I’m gaming, so dinner will be problematic yet again. It always is on gaming nights. So it looks like I will go nearly a week without actually cooking, which is just weird for me. And I can tell it by the lack of dirty dishes. The dish-stick does not lie.