Tuesday, January 7, 2020

From Sickness to Recovery

As it turns out, Fio doesn't have a cold. She's sick, complete with nausea, tiredness, insomnia, and all the other nasty symptoms that come with it. The good thing, though, is that she was able to sleep a couple of hours this morning and woke up feeling human again, witness the fact that she grabbed una escoba y un recogador de polvo (a broom and a dust pan) and cleaned up the remnants of Christmas scattered around downstairs. Then, of course, she was exhausted again.
     Take it easy, Fio. You're over the hump, but still have a way to go yet.
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After lunch with Sonia Dog, Fiorella decided to bring all the file folders down from Husband's office. Most of them are empty, but they all look like they're in good condition so maybe someone else will want them. Note: that someone will not be Fio. She tried using file folders many years ago and learned that she doesn't have a bureaucratic mind.
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Your girl girded her loins and carried her first load of the Christmas tree branches up to the top of the road. She'll be adding to the pile every day in hopes that someone will see their potential and make off with them. Either that or the trash pick-up guys will do their duty--after all, Fio gave them bags of Hershey kisses for New Years.
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Come eventide, Fiorella was feeling even better, thank you. She didn't get as much done as she had put on her list for the day, but at least she wasn't having too-hot/too cold shivers anymore. The whole experience, though, leaves her a little uneasy. Sonia Dog is wonderful comfort, but Fio would also like to have a communicating human being around when she's ill.
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What's on you magic tablet for tomorrow, Fiorella?   
     Well, number one is finding one of my half-written romances and bringing it to life again--Lolly's story has waited a long time to be told. Then there are the desks in the den that need cleaning out, plus a visit to my bank to make sure everything is okay. 
     My self-assignments don't seem like much when I write them down, but trust me, a thousand other things will pop up in the meantime.

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