Why is Fiorella always so busy, with a continuing list of commitments and responsibilities? Why aren't other people trapped in this web of constant activity? What is their secret--elves, fairies, magic wands? Where are Fiorella's little helpers?
Well, so much for the gritching. Got to get back to work, which means finishing my laundry and sending out a chapter of one of my unsold masterpieces for critiquing. But maybe those two are one and the same.