Are conditions in the lower rack of the dishwasher really so much harsher than the upper?

Perfect autumn moment in NYC yesterday: the screw in my skull is firmly rooted, paving the way for filling of vacancy in tooth line-up; my mom's cancer surgery went better than anyone could have asked, there's no indication that it spread, but she's taking the optional radiation anyway, and it was a beautiful clear day, so I had a glass of wine on the roof of the Met, where they now have a cool sculpture that looks like a big branchy fallen silver tree that you have to step over in places to get around.

I'm anxiously awaiting a response from La Tea theater on the Lower East Side as to whether they accept my proposal for renting it for Scrooge. And I'm not even 100% sure which answer I want.