There comes a sync

Ahh, I like when something I do, makes things better. Well, betterf or
me at least, but that's good enough. Mom cleaned my car recently, she
took all the junk out, and I've actually been able to keep the car
clean. Everytime when I come home, I take all the stuff that shouldn't
be in the car, and bring it in. Empty cereal cups, ties, random
paperwork I threw around, and miscellaneous pieces of clothing. All
those items come in the house with me, and go to their respective
places.

It's conforting to be able to keep things nice and clean. I get in my
car, and it makes me feel good. I too the chaos out of that area, and
I'm mighty glad of it. Slow things sync together at a nice place, and
I get all the benefits.

Ohh Happy.