As anyone with access to the Innertubes and one functional eyeball can see, we have not upgraded the DogS(h)ite to a new theme and the Block Editor (curse its name, yes).
Further discussions with the WordPress elves lead me to think there’s more to this holiday package in the skull-and-crossbones wrapping than meets the eye (What’s this scrawl on the card? “Happy Solstice from The Unibummer?”) and I don’t feel all warm and fuzzy about tugging on its black ribbons until the bomb squad has given it a good going-over.
Frankly, I’d rather talk shit than fix shit, especially since Herself has had a wicked cold for a week and the onliest one of us getting any sleep around here is the cat.
So, ignore anything you see melting down in my labs (New Wheeled Order and Town & Country). This old jabber factory ain’t burned down to the foundation yet so I’m gonna go with convenience over modernity for a while.
Mad Blog Media 
We wish a quick recovery for Herself!
As far as your transition goes, just ride your pace and save something for the sprint. Easy, sleazy.
Comfort over excitement, always, now that we are old.
I just sent a bucket of hot chicken soup out the door with my cousin Jethro. He’s headed in your direction and will deliver it in a couple of weeks or so. He drives an old AMC Gremlin and the carb on the old beast gums up sometimes. The soup ought to be good and fuzzy by the time it gets there. Looking at it should scare any bug you may have completely away. Just in case Jethro doesn’t arrive, don’t worry. He sometimes likes to stop for a few days and run naked through the desert. The last time he was outside of Dalhart, Texas and the sheriff locked him up for a month. I recall that he mentioned that during that stay, he met some greasy scoundrel with the last name of Santos that kept trying to be his best buddy.
With WTF confusion and momentary humor intended, Get well soon and Bon Apetit’ !
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it sometimes makes sense. Don’t ask me how many times I’ve (re) discovered that.