Why Were Those Eggs Lined Up So Perfectly?

I woke up thinking about a neat row of eggs—so orderly, each one perfectly spaced.
It’s funny how something as simple as eggs can stick in your mind.
Made me realize how much I crave order in my chaotic daily routine: kids running around, dishes piling up.
Sometimes life feels like a scrambled mess, and a little order would do wonders for the soul.
Anyone else find peace in small things being just right?