My wife and I are treading boiling water between Scylla and Charybdis amid the heaving waves and clashing rocks of the wine-dark sea, awash as we are in the nightmare of selling/buying houses and moving 18 minutes closer to our children because age is limiting our ability to tend and care for two floors, three bathrooms, yard and landscaping, and downsizing sounded like such a good idea in the halcyon days of lore. Well. It's different when you are doing it and not merely talking about it. Moving will not just rock your world and give you an order of the day and a schedule of things to get done that have nothing to do with how things were done just yesterday, it will also disorient you on every level and leave you with only breathing to count on. And I forget to do that occasionally. So, I recommend giving yourself completely and unreservedly to the process and doing what you are told, trusting that one day you will pop up on the other side and be glad to be there. Trying to hold onto anything you once knew and loved is not going to help you with the transition to a Bold New World. They tell me I am three months away from normal and customary. But, I do not believe them. I'm just a cork on the water. Counting breaths.