My dishwasher. All day it holds the dirty dishes out of the sink, and I run it after dinner, then open it to make sure they dry well overnight because the new ones get steamy inside as they cool down. While my coffee is brewing, I put the clean dishes away, and we start a new load with breakfast. It makes things so easy and fast, and no dirty dishes are sitting around in the sink if I can't do them immediately.

The new house has a dishwasher. The old cabin didn't, and I seemed to spend a lot of time doing dishes up there when I could have been enjoying the outdoors or the view.

My laundry sorter. My husband ran across these years ago. It is a sorter where I can do delicates, lights, and darks, and it is on wheels, so I can keep it in my bedroom and wheel it to the laundry room, which is all the way on the other side of the house, a few hundred steps from the bedroom. I so envy you, Paula. I always hated sorting dirty, smelly clothes. Now we just drop it where it goes, one of us throws them in the washer, and we are all good. I do have a separate basket in the bathroom for towels and washcloths. I am all about easy.

The kids and grandkids are always willing to lend a hand with anything without fuss. Blessed. One of them is helping my husband now.

Had such a good long talk with my favorite cousin yesterday. She is doing well for the condition she is in. I wish we lived closer.