I have been away on a planning retreat with my job. We are staying in these little cabins that are quaint and suitable for planning retreats. The cabin is rustic. By rustic, I mean that it does not have a dishwasher.
Remember those days? Washing dishes by hand like a sucker? Scrubbing and rinsing and having to balance that last pan on the ever-disappearing counter top? Elbow deep in cruddy water? Yeah, I remember those days — and by remembering those days, I mean, I remember this morning. I washed dishes by hand. Like our forefathers.