The frelling birds were tuning up when I got to bed last night.  I'm bored with boiling large pots of water*.   And when yesterday afternoon I casually thought, oh, the plumber's coming tomorrow, I'll just boil more water tonight . . . I forgot about doing the dishes.  Surprising how many gungy dishes one woman and two hellhounds can generate, especially after midnight when you didn't think you were very hungry anyway, and when hellhounds take several hours to eat their supper so the slightly s