The washing machine spins on yet another cycle. There’s a long discussion with the cook about what needs to be made that day before heading out of the house. After returning from college, standing in front of a hot stove, the dog’s food is prepared. Clothes are pulled from the wash and hung on the clothesline. The dog is taken for a walk. After the last bit of a homework assignment is completed, the clothes are taken off the clothesline, and sorted into piles. This is an average day in the life of my brother. He has done chores around the house for as long as I can remember; and easily accepted that my work assignments often mean that he has to fill in for mine as well. In addition to all this, he frequently enjoys having casual discussions with me about time-poverty — “Didi, our society systematically devalues a woman’s time!”