Daddio hates it when I spend too much time around his place because I am a notorious "pitcher" meaning I throw everything that's not nailed down into the trash without a blink. He doesn't know it because he can't get into the kitchen at the moment but I tossed all his slimy kitchen sponges away and replaced them with some knit dishcloths. After use, I always give them a good thwacking and then drape them over the soap bottle and they dry in a flash. That's got to be so much more sanitary than a yucky sponge, right?
Of course he needs a pile of them so I've been making them whenever I get a second during the day which is not very often.
A few rows here and a few rows there gets the job done-and is helping to keep me sane.