A Good Day

Fiorella dropped by Walgreens to pick up the family prescriptions, and, of course, she couldn't help but peruse the candy aisles, which she expected to be fairly played out after Halloween, but Walgreen's was one step ahead of her. Yes, even before Thanksgiving (which foodwise is a turkey and pie holdiday), the pharmacy's shelves were filling with Christmas chocolate. Accepting her fate, Fio bought a couple of chocolate and marshmallow Santa faces (they were jack-o'-lantern faces at Halloween), and ate them as she was waiting for the pharmacist to okay her prescrition pick-up. She also grabbed six five-inch-across chocolate quarters, two in silver, four in gold, because somehow chocolate in shiny wrappers tastes better, and also because she's planning to use the wrappers to decorate the cedar tree in the south meadow like she did two years ago.
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Every door in the house is standing open today, and it's exhilarating. The weather is mildly cool, with no mosquitoes in sight. Aah, for a hammock--but who is Fio kidding. She'd lie in it  for three minutes, squirm a little, then hop out and bounce around looking for what needed doing, like shoring up the rocks along the driveway and dragging firewood onto the porch to dry it out. (This paragraph was written the day before the temps dipped down to the forties. It's definitely not hammock weather now.)
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Husband turned on the TV to the new version of  The Sound of Music, and Fio started crying because she immediately realized why the show had been pulled out of the dustbin--because the story had become so relative to what's going on in the country right now--good people having to deal with a creeping evil.
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WARNING, WILL ROBINSON! Husband has attached a keyboard to la Senora Computadora to see if the dreaded SAVE sign pops up, which might be able to tell him and Click what is going on with Fio's nemesis.
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Okay, Fiorella confesses. She bought a whole box of Russell Stover Christmas chocolate bars and hid them in the back of a cabinet (alacena.)