It's official. Fio's thirteen-year-old baby car, her beloved navy blue Mazda Miata, is falling to pieces. The window control broke inside the door panel and the dealership is repairing it for her, but advised against putting out the $$$ for replacing the front end panel. It's a quality of life decision, one might say.
Fiorella is still running around in shorts, which means there's still no fire in the fireplace. Let's hope all the firewood stacked across the driveway doesn't rot in place.
Mosquitoes. Fiorella is beloved by them. Not a day goes by that she doesn't have a fresh bite. The first freeze can't come early enough for her.