Still trying to find my footing in this new world. So much of the last two years were meticulously (and lovingly) fitted around my senior muse, her sudden absence has left me in a kerfuffle.

Yes, kerfuffle.

New word for me, too.

A turmoil. A ruckus. A clamor. A brouhaha. Basically, a fussy commotion I find my mind in. Little direction but lots of movement.

No wonder I’m tired and my hair is all a mess.

Oh well, with tangles, it is, I will carry on.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe