Movin' On

Fio is not happy. She spent a full hour--despite the TV being on full-blast, despite Husband bawling her out from the top of the stairs about her complaining when he kept waking her up last night by banging his heel against the sideboard--composing a beautifully-worded blog talking about her wonderful day with friends and the people at the Amerrican Statesman yesterday, then segued into the state of the nation and ended by analyzing the structure and import of her little poem about the Ugly Man.

Then did something or other that lost everything.

Oh well, such is life.