Fiorella is bouncing with happiness! Her bills are paid, her refrigerator is full, the sun is shining, she has cleaned up the den (sort of), she's added another chapter to Lolly's story, her doggie loves her, and she knows she looks dang cute today--gray slacks, gray socks and tennis shoes, baby blue tee.
Monday is the day that the guy from the sprinkler system repair store is scheduled to come over to give Fiorella an estimate. Dang those armadillos!
Fio wishes she could hire someone to sit beside her as she writes and advise her on her how to better use her computer, but she knows that the first thing she'd be told is to learn the Touch Typing system. Yes, Fiorella confesses that, although she can get a good speed going, she is a hunter-and-pecker.
(When she was a kid, Fiorella played around on her mother's ancient typewriter and learned the keyboard well enough that, as an adult, she passed a typing test and picked up a few shekals typing up papers when she was in college, but the times, they are a-changin', and your Fio ISN'T!)
Is something wrong with your girl? It amuses her to write sex scenes, and the sexier they are, the more she giggles.
After a bad couple of weeks in lock-down, Fio seems to be settling down into her solitary existence. But, although she's and making headway with the house and the book, the tax forms are still sitting on her desk and giving her the stink eye.