Countdown

On our way to bed last night, Dan and I noticed that the timer on the dishwasher's display was down to the last minute. We waited silently in the dark, exchanging a satisfied glance when the window went blank and the little "Clean" light blinked on.

I wish I could tell you that it was the first time we'd done it, or at least that it didn't still give me a slight thrill after eight years. But that would be a lie.