Hither and Thither

Fiorella is going to complain today because her "day of rest" isn't. She's scheduled from dawn to dusk, which is falling about 8:00 these days.

This morning she will hem her new slacks and, while she has the sewing basket out, add more weights to the yard flags to keep them from winding up and around their poles. She'll also spend an hour finishing up tax preparation and set her hair so she looks decent for when she and Husband make the forty-five minute drive into town for a birthday lunch with Nephew Aaron. While there, they'll mail the monthly payments Fio forgot about yesterday.

Then home again, with corrections from Friend Joan waiting to be inserted into one of Fio's manuscripts. And somewhere along the line, Fio needs to work on rewriting the first hundred pages of another story which an editor has requested from her.

In late afternoon, Fio is driving BACK into town for a reunion with some old college friends. When she gets home, she'd better get a start on her latest front-room project before Husband relegates those carefully-chosen slats of wood to the garage.

Pant, pant, pant. Fio likes to be busy, but today is too much.