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Fiorella has been calling Social Security for two days running to talk to them about survivors' benefits and every time was told to call back later, than no one was available now. Is it always like this, or is the nonchalence part of Trumps' governmental shutdown?
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Fio built another fuego en la chimenea anoche. She's not sure if she's building them to honor husband, because it's cold at night, or because she's a latent pyromanic. Whatever, Sonia Dog likes them too.
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Husband built fires according to the Boy Scout code, but Fio, being Fio, cuts corners and uses more kindling and rotting wood, which burns quicker and easier. That's just the way she rolls.
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The oxygen people--or rather, person--finally arrived and picked up the equipment, and, strangely enough, Fiorella felt a wave of relief sweep through her as soon as it was out the door. OMG--were the tanks and the tank that intimidating? (Blub-blub, blub-blub, blub-blub.)
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She also felt a wave of creativity sweep through her. Rushing to grab her libreta amarilla, she jotted down plots for two books. Now, if she can just work writing into her schedule. Surviving a spouse takes a lot of time.