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WEDNESDAY

The dishes were piled up pretty good in our kitchen sink. I thought, Well, the sink must just be really shallow; it can’t handle a normal load. So I left them there: the cat-food-crusted forks, the yam-stained baking tray, the choir of coffee cups, the plates stacked like pancakes. I thought it was my lady’s turn. I had to find out from friends that she had finally boycotted dish cleaning and was waiting for me. To judge from my track record, she was probably justified. It took me a week to clean everything, including the couscous pot that smelled so bad that I sneaked outside in the middle of the night and flung the offending contents into a flower box. It wasn’t about apologizing, my lady insisted—it was about doing. Author Janis Abrahms Spring gets your pathetic butt in line when she discusses her new book, How Can I Forgive You? The Courage to Forgive, The Freedom Not To, at 6 p.m. at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden’s Ring Auditorium, 7th Street and Independence Avenue SW. $20. (202) 357-3030. (Jason Cherkis)