Anagrams, Dog Training, Stored-Up Notes

It's interesting how the mind will train itself if given half a chance. When Fio starting working newspaper anagrams a couple of years ago, she had to write out the jumbled letters on individual slips of paper and move them aroundinto various configurations to figure out each word. This morning, she looked at the anagrams one by one and nailed them. It's a matter of separating the vowels from the consonants and identifying morphemes. (Not to say that Fio still doesn't get whomped every now and then.)
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Two years ago, Fio and Husband stopped requiring Sonia Dog to "sit" because she had a lame leg and the posture was painful for her, but Fio's started it up again. Sonia's ankle problem is healed, and she needs to remember how to sit and be nice when Fiorella is talking over the fence to the neghbors, whose dogs, by the way are perfectly trained and polite.
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Fio finished transfering all her notes (including the ones she wrote in the ophthamalagist's office on the backs of the Starbucks napkins she found wadded up in her purse) onto a safe place on her computer. Okay, she'll admit it--she put them on her blog, then set their publishing date for five years from now, hoping that, by then, she'll have used them all up on the blog, on Facebook, or in her books and poems.