Rush

The ever-energetic Fiorella is exhausted. It might have something to do with her manaical Christmas decorating, the Direct TV man running around on the roof for four hours yesterday hooking up the satellite while the maid did her best to make the house presentable for Christmas visitors, or the fact that Fio and Husband drove an hour plus across town to pick up Younger Son from the airport at 11:00 p.m. and stayed up till 1:00 to catch up on all his activities.

Arising at 6:30 this morning may also have something to do with it. Fio and Husband trundled over to the nursing home and spent about half an hour putting together a clothes rack for her father, who slept in his wheelchair the whole time. Then they went shopping at HEB, using one of the BIG baskets and racking up a bill over $150, with only one meat item in the cart. They got home about 2:00 and Fio started setting up a late lunch for everyone. That's when she began to go under. After lunch, it was obvious she could hardly speak intelligibly so Husband and Son put her on the couch with intructions to rest.

Yeah, sure. Not for four more days.