From Toilets to Fireplaces to Vocalization to Politics

Fiorella spent the first half of the day trying to fix the downstairs toilet and the second half working on Lolly's story. Unfortunately, she can't find the original anywhere on her computer so she's having to copy it onto it letter-by-letter and-word-by-word, which takes a long time. Come Wednesday, she'll drive over to la bibioteca denuevo and see if anyone over there can do the job. Otherwise, she'll have to power up her PC again and see if the story was saved there--if she can find the power cord. that is.
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About the toilet, neighbor Michael came over and fixed it for Fio, thank goodness. Otherwise, she would have had to call the same plumbers who ended up charging her $800+ for three calls about the same toilet last year.
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Fiorella spent a fair amount of time cleaning out the fireplace today too, then spreading the FOUR AND A HALF buckets of ashes in the back yard (otherwise known as the dog yard). Then she brought in some scraggly firewood and tried to start a fire, but the mighty Fio has to turn in her pyromaniac badge--she couldn't get anything going. Oh well, there's always tomorrow, and Fio does have central heat.
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Visiting with neighbor Michael made Fiorella realize how crackly her speaking voice has become, and it's not just age, but the fact that she rarely talks with anyone--those few words a day with Sonia Dog don't count. To make it worse, when Fio hears how her once-dulcet voice sounds, she panics, thus further tightening her vocal cords. What she's got to do is speak in her upper register and sing, sing, sing!
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The political scene seems to have calmed down since Biden got in the lead for the Democratic nomination, but Fio thinks it's only a lull before the storm. We'll see.