What mundane pleasures will I be robbed of by domestic robots?

Sometimes I feel like my job at home is putting things into machines and taking things out of machines.

I don’t mean to sound unappreciative about “modern conveniences” (modern being the 1950s) because I take care of laundry and emptying the dishwasher, and I love both. We have a two drawer dishwasher so that is a conveyer belt. And I particularly love laundry. We generate a lot of laundry it seems.

There was a tweet in 2025: woodworking sounds really cool until you find out it’s 90% sanding

And it became an idiom because 90% of everything is sanding. See this reddit thread… 90% of photography is file management; 90% of baking is measuring; etc.

So when I say that I love laundry I don’t mean that I love clean clothes (everyone loves clean clothes) but I love the sanding. I love the sorting into piles for different washes, I love reading the little labels, especially finding the hidden ones; I love the sequencing so we don’t run out of room on the racks, I love folding, I love the rare peak moments when everything comes together and there are no dirty clothes anywhere in the house nor clean clothes waiting to be returned. (I hate ironing. But fortunately I love my dry cleaner and I feel all neighbourhood-y when I visit and we talk about the cricket.)

— Matt Webb, 90% of everything is sanding e.g. laundry, Interconnected, 2026