The time of sorrow has come--with a heavy heart, Fiorella is taking down her Christmas decorations. She started yesterday by removing the tinsel garlands from the south side of the driveway, and today, she'll take down the ones on the north side of the driveway. Piece by piece, day by day, the tree, the ornaments, the the wreaths, the swags, birds, the snowflakes, the red ribbons, the manger scenes, the red and green chains will be dismantled and wrapped away for next year. Fast away the old year passes, fa la la la la, la la la la........
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Fio has finished marking the fourth (fifth?) revision of the storybook of her WIP and is now transfering it to the book itself. The story hangs together much better now, although she's not happy with her last chapter yet. But at least she's moving along. That decision to work on Phillipa's story EVERY DAY has helped a lot.
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Like everyone else, Fio is shocked by the Turpin family horror, but she's not surprised that the parents dreamed about a TV reality show. She recognized their similarity to the Duggars right out of the box-not just the kids' names all beginning with the same letter (J), but also the retstriction of the children's social development and the piling up of so many kids in such limited space.
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What else is on Fiorella's agenda? Well, she has to gather tax info for the accountant, check on the house insurance to see if Husband can negotiate a lower rate, get someone to unstick the front-room shade, decide what to do about her critique group, pay bills, and find a spa that will botox her washboard forehead at a rock-bottom price. Sleeping and eating are optional.
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Fiorella is more depressed than ever about DC. Why does the teflon don always get away with everythng? Was Fio's march around the courthouse in vain?
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