Comfort in domesticity

It never ceases to amaze me how much the accomplishment of domestic tasks soothe and comfort me. The slight edginess of indeterminate origin I found myself suffused with as soon as I got home today was relieved when I knew that a good dinner was in the oven, my room was straightened up, and a load of laundry was in the washer. Knowing that those things would soon be done relaxed me immensely, if only because they would bring about the state in which I am most content-- clean, pleasant, and comfortable.