But I finally had enough time to set my sewing machine up and some order began to creep into the chaos.
Embracing change sometimes means having to hold on to the neck of a racing horse as he plunges over a ravine and hoping he lands without losing his balance or breaking a leg. (I must have watched too many cowboy movies in my youth.) He hasn't stopped running yet but he made it to the bottom of the ravine without major injury to himself or his rider.
And if you are still reading my on-again, off-again attempts to record my journey, thanks for the company!