I am at the sink this morning, rinsing dishes, fitting plates and bowls from last night's kielbasa-perogi-cake fest into the open dishwasher. Molly arrives at my side.
"Just so you know, you're supposed to leave some food on the plates so the water has something to wash off in the dishwasher. I read it in the New York Times."
Silent, I continue my task, bearing witness to the water swirling down the drain, first to the river then on to the sea.