Funny thing-- when the company goes home there's a lingering effect that is sometimes very strange. For instance, I just got up from my recliner and grabbed the bowl my brekky had been in, to take it out to the kitchen.

Spontaneously, my mind supplied the start of this song:

"Gathering dishes for the dishwasher's tray" to the tune, of course, for "Gathering Flowers for the Master's Bouquet."

Scary! :~)

~Susan