As challenges assimilate, and adjustments refine, a bit of rhythm begins to set in. Though I've much to catch up on, it feels like the ship is sailing again (squint hard, and see the Sultana thru the tree, sailing on the Chester River). Not only are my (many) "office disciplines" getting back in gear, but performances also notch up now. It's fair to say that playing the piano (as prayer) releases the anchor for me, and uniquely affords expression (not easily found elsewhere). Am sensing that there may be much (more in my awareness) to say. Anchors aweigh!