Keeping busy...

I'm amazed at how staying busy is so soothing. I've been working in the warehouse for most of the morning, and I feel so much better than I did yesterday, or even when I arrived at work this morning. I have been assured by many people that this is a sickness (feeling better while/after cleaning) that only a few are afflicted with, but I think there is something deeper.

Call it one's need for a sense of accomplishment, a need to feel useful, or an innate desire for order in a chaotic world. Call it what you will. I will simply marvel at it.