When I get stressed, I do chores.
It’s my mind’s way of trying to find order in the chaos.
To stave off the entropy, just to keep my hands busy.
Vacuuming the carpet, washing the dishes and putting them away.
Running a few loads of laundry, putting things in the drawers or hanging them up in the right order.
Tee shirts, overshirts… sorted by color, of course.
Pairing socks. Even though they are all the same.
But especially the bed, getting that top sheet and the pillow cases and the fitted sheets in place.
And the litterboxes, fresh and neat.