Washing a sink full of dishes is one thing and then arranging those dishes and glasses, and myriad of washed cutlery and clutter is another.
It gets on my nerves, doing this first thing in the morning when I wake up. It's impossible to tolerate a cheerful human being (irrespective of your relation to them) in the morning let alone drag yourself into the kitchen and arrange dishes that're only going to come off their rack in a while when you're serving breakfast.
Myth of Sisyphus at its most microscopic level, lives on. Sigh
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