Blood, Eggs, Oaks, Travel, Revision

Fiorella's yelling and screaming seems to have done some good because Austin Heart called with the welcome news that she could take a pill-form med that would "equalize" her thinner on ts own so she wouldn't have to have her blood tested monthly.
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Don't tell anyone, but Fio's going to scramble herself up some eggs today, despite the fact that, as a GERD-ite, she's supposed to avoid greasy food. But what the heck, she'll be the one who can't sleep tonight, not them. (Another secret: she's been playing around with the idea of signing up for a colonoscopy etc., as soon as Husband's estate is settled, last year's taxes have been paid, and she can breathe free again.)
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Congratulate Fiorella. She finished off that letter to the County Commissioners last night and emailed it to Elder son, who was a witness,  to look at before she sends it around to all and sundry, DO NOT EVER SCREW OVER A WRITER!
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The hotel room has been reserved and the flight booked for Fio's trip to the family reunion next month. Elder son and his wife  made the arrangements, God bless them. because, as you know, yours truly is no good at technology. She's still duking it out with AT&T, which wants her to go paperless.
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Fiorella did another revision of "Middle Child" and will probably do several more, so stay tuned. And yes, this is how a writer works. As Fio used to tell her students, there is no such things as "writing." It's all revision, revision, revision.