Rearranging

The words need rearranging.

This is like rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic.

I'm rearranging the furniture in the living room.

After many rearrangings — his eyes all the while swiveling metronomically between the package on the stranger's lap and the stranger's absent gaze — he at last settled, brow knit with dissatisfaction, on an order that would temporarily suffice […]