Cleaning the kitchen took much longer than cleaning the living room, but I found a Bluetooth speaker on the counter and hooked my phone up to it. With music playing loudly, I jammed out while I cleaned, and found myself enjoying it. It had been years since I did dishes, and there was something therapeutic about it.

Wolf-Rocco looked hungry, so I fed him a few questionably-aged casseroles that I found in the fridge. I didn’t give him anything that was expired, of course, but everything was ...