Dad called earlier, and we had a cheerful and wide-ranging chat that involved the fuse box in the shop that he's re-doing (and its limits, and why things that may be unrecommended but unlikely to fail in a year may well be very likely to fail in 30), and his ankle, and the raspberry bismark he found in the closet, and the beautiful beginning-of-season strawberries he found, and so on.
I love that I can leave the washer/dryer going and not have to switch things between things. I love modern conveniences. I can go out and leave the dishwasher and washer/dryer running, and come home to clean clothes and clean dishes.
It's a beautiful day out there, and tomorrow is my birthday, and the farmers' market, and probably a walk with my aunt, and god only knows if there is something dire being plotted by someone with perhaps more silicone-rubber than sanity >_< (for those who have been following on IRC, there are, on the LJ, locked and backdated, a photo montage without commentary as yet).