ONWARD, NO MATTER WHAT!

Fio's at a low spot right now so please be kind to her. She's been working like a dog on emptying the house for a while now, but no one seems to notice. In fact, she's getting complaints about not having done more and will probably get more complaints now that she's begun cleaning out her office and has transferred most of her writings downstairs for evaluation.
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Dogs are so innocent. All they want to do is love and be loved. Sonia's favorite thing is to sit in Fiorella's lap--all 130 pounds of her.
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It's a cold, rainy day, but your girl has lost her touch and can't get a fire started. Oh well, we do have central heat. (Unfortunately, heating up the room won't take care of the two anagrams she can't seem to figure out.)
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Later:
     Your Fiorella ate the rest of the chocolate fudge and sat in front of the dying fireplace, pondering her course. Then, suddenly, she knew what to do: TAKE CHARGE.
     The first thing she did was feed the fire with every paper item in the house she could find until it finally caught on its own. Then she walked into the dining room and decided what SHE wanted to do with the stacks--no more consulting kids about what they might want. Then, remembering that she is a writer and wants to turn out a few more books, she sat down and skimmed through an old paperback she'd forgotten about that used to be a favorite. It's references were out of date, of course, but the love story held--the murder mystery subplot didn't.
      Next was lunch--two hours late, as Sonia Dog informed her. Afterward eating, your girl sliced up two salmons for future lunches and tossed them in the freezer. Now she's planning to venture outside during a lull in the rain and check her mailbox. Tally ho!