The sight of a freshly alphabetized bookshelf brings with it a deep satisfaction.
I may have a pigeon living in the house, a sink full of dirty dishes, a desk piled high with things to do and the specter of the first Monday after a time change looming over me.
But my bookshelf is organized.
So I can’t have lost my grip completely yet.
(Pssst. The only correct answer here is “Right!”)
How about you, what random act brings immense satisfaction to your life?