[living alone]

The other night I came home from work, went into the kitchen, noticed that the sink was empty of dirty dishes, and felt a wave of gratitude to the person who had washed them all. This was followed by a fleeting instant of panic over who had washed them all, because no one else should have been in my apartment. Then I immediately realized that I had washed them all.

It was maybe another fifteen seconds before I realized that I could still feel gratitude to the person who had washed the dishes.