That’s the odd thing—both the wife and I are constantly doing dishes. The dishwasher is every bit as busy as it was when our house was heavily trafficked. I guess it’s because we aren’t eating out. There are several good things the lockdown has forced on me. One is my familiarization with the esoteric tools and devices the wife deploys in cooking. The food processor, bread machine, fancy sieves, collanders, graters, funnels, chemistry lab glassware, exotic pots and skillets—stuff that formerly would magically occasionally appear out in the open to dry in the dishrack, then disappear, I’ve learned where a lot of that stuff lives. I’ve also accomplished a lot of neglected household maintenance and repairs.