This morning, I emptied the dishwasher starting with the top rack, then the bottom rack, and finally the silverware tray—completely reversing my habit. Throughout this two-minute chore, I kept glancing over my shoulder as if the “dishwasher-emptying police” might appear and correct my unorthodox approach. It felt uncomfortable. I’m in my 60s, and I’ve emptied […]

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