"What's wrong?" I asked
"Didn't remember to run it earlier?"
"It's not full. But my favorite bowl is dirty and I wanted to use it." He sighed again, and fished it out of the dishwasher to wash in the sink, rather than use one of the dozen other bowls we own that were clean.
I sighed inwardly too, because *I* had wanted to use the same bowl for dinner. But I didn't fight him over it.
The bowl in question is one handmade by bard_bloom, and that beetiger sent to us over three years ago when they were cleaning out their house.
Just in case you ever wonder if it was appreciated: yes, it is. Thank you both, again.