The joy of socks

Sometimes you just have to stop and appreciate the minor victories in life, even if they seem small or banal.

I did a load of laundry this weekend. I did the socks. Put them in the washer, washed them clean; put them in the dryer, dried them dry. Then it came time to match them up and put them away.

Every single sock matched! What are the chances of that? It's not the first time this has happened either. The last several times I did my socks I attained a 100% match.

I call that a victory.