Frantic

When things change, they inevitably change quickly. Here it is, in the just-above-freezing zone, about to move, about to close on the sale of the house, about to rent an apartment. And sick in the pit of the stomach about thet logistics of the operations. So many things can foul up; the important thing is to stay calm and remember these things happen all of the time and that we can deal with every eventuality, and if we cannot, then we cannot do much about it any way. The limbo is abruptly coming to an end. The Time for Change will need a new name, like the Old Settler Resettles or Moving In or, in this case, Providence. I am a creature that likes order and can sometimes feel panic amongst chaos. Knowing this should arm me for what's to come. I feel as though I ought to have a motto like those found on the crests of English Nobility, like "Courage" or "Confidence" or how about "Cope." I actually have one, officially, but I don't know it. There is one on the wall, chosen and petit pointed by my wife at what was home: "Fluctuat Nec Mergitur." She made it up many years ago, and who knows whether the Latin is correct. Translated, it is supposed to say "Tosses but does not Sink." That's not bad. We are going to come through this storm.