on working

Gearing up for a day of work around the house. Carpet is going downstairs next week before Mom gets home, and I told dad I'd be his contractor this week to get it ready. Ah, yes...nothing like it. Hands are busy while the mind is free to wander. I think better when I'm working. I talk better while I'm working too. Ever notice that? Maybe it's a male thing--but talking and only talking can be a little awkward. Feels more natural to have some common purpose at the same time, like it gives validation to the relationship or something.