The post Fiorella wrote totally disappeared. Her baby car is in the shop. The plumber was here for two hours ferreting out a 400 gallon per hour leak. Husband and Fio are working on an LLC form for the family enterprise. Her self-esteem hit rock bottom when she spent an hour filling out a form for her publisher. Every time she's turned around, there has been something or someone demanding her immediate attention. And she's also trying to work on WHERE THE HEART LEADS.
Oh well, there's always tonight, after everyone else has gone to bed.