Contentment

Fiorella went to bed last night feeling vaguely dissatisfied, and she woke up this morning to a rainy, dreary-looking day, but she feels good.  Apparently whatever was bothering her got solved by her pop-up toaster brain during the night because today she's hopeful, confident, and optimistic. 

Sonia may have piled the remains of her rawhide bones in her water dish and eaten the feather duster.  There may be a leak in the roof above the kitchen sink.  Fio may not have gotten together all her business expenses yet, but all is well.  And all will be well.