Just a One-Hour Trip....

Fiorella went out for an hour to do a few errands and ended up out for three hours, with the hot sun beating down on her the whole time. The trip plan had been so simple--first, she'd stop at Fed-Ex Kinko's for the all-knowing guys there to take a picture of the picture she had taken of her driver's license, which had to be enclosed in her letter to TDAmeritrade for her to able able to claim the proceeds of the sale of Husband's stocks.  Second, she would drop by Click Computer Repair for the wonder-wizards behind the counter to un-freeze her stupid Mac, which had decided to play coy with her mid-morning.

Just two simple trips. Except that she spent far too long in Fed-Ex because Joe had a holy-hell time getting the photo retaken and printed--apparently, drivers' licenses are not made with photo shoots in mind. Finally back in her car, Fio bolstered herself for another snafu as she drove over to Clicks--where everything went surprisingly well. Maybe the rest of her jaunt would go okay, Fio thought as she head toward H-E-B to mail the envelope containing her precious carefully-worded letter and athe portrait of her driver's license. Then she realized the flap of the envelope wasn't holding. No prob--she was on her way to H-E-B anyway, so she might as well go into the store and pick up a roll of Scotch tape to seal the flap shut. And while she was there, she could get the New Dawn she'd forgotten about buying yesterday, and, to hit the magic "3" mark, maybe a bag of Pinwheels.

After paying for her bounty, Fiorella, wearing out by then, staggered outside into a high 90s' temperature, slumped into her car, and drove off, totally forgetting she had planned to drop The Envelope in the H-E-B post box. Nothing to do but circle around a couple of blocks to the main post office and make use of the drive-thru. Mission accomplished, Fio headed home. But the vegetation on the sides of the road didn't look familiar. Eek! She'd turned onto Leander Road  instead of Hwy 29. Nothing to do but keep driving until she could find a driveway, turn around, and return I-35 again. Four Pinwheels were missing in action by the time Fio got home, and she had GERD symptoms half the night.
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Pray for Fiorella. She has misplaced--or lost--her libreta amarillla, the tablet she depends on to keep up with her commitments and self-assignments. She's put together una lista nueva from waste basket shreds, but there are bound to be items she's missed. 😔
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This is weird. Fio keeps having the feeling that Husband is sitting in the recliner beside her, but when she turns to discuss something with him, he's left the room.💖