Dishwashing Therapy

I find that sometimes it’s rather unexpectedly calming to my rather neurotic sensibilities when I just put myself to a simple task. The frustration is low and usually my surronds if not myself are better for it. One chore I find particularly soothing is washing dishes. I like to cook because I like to eat so it follows that I create quite a bit of entropy in my culinary endeavors. I don’t mind it though if I turn on the warm water get some soapy suds going and scrub away the days anxiety. Maybe it’s the white noise of the flowing faucet or the warm water or the playful spalshing and clanging but I find this most simple of tasks not only rewarding (a clean kictchen invites more cooking and eating) but also relaxing. If nothing else it beats a sink full of stinking dirty dishes complete with a full complement of garbage rotting food smells and dead fruit flys.