Yesterday was a hard day for Fiorella. She spent most of her morning gathering together all her blog print-outs, then hauled them downstairs and scoured the house for loose-leaf notebooks that could accommodate them. Then there was the problem of finding a box just the right size for so many notebooks. The box now is now very heavy, but, then, Fio won't be the one lifting it.
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You'd think that with all the tension about the virus in the air, we'd get a break with the weather, but nooooooo, it's been dark and dismal in central Texas for the past couple of days. Your girl did get out and harvest some rocks for edging her garden areas, but couldn't get much joy out of it because she was so depressed.
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Fio got a scolding from her kids about leaving the house to get milk. To tell the truth, it was scary for her too.
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The worst thing about moving is that you are pulling everything apart and trying to maintain a decent living space at the same time. Also, everything is out of place.
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The worst thing about the pandemic is that one must stay away from other people, which makes Fiorella more lonely than ever. It isn't that she needs a crowd around her, just a few good face-to-face friends she can pretend to be human with.
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