Hour by Hour

Fiorella had her afternoon all planned out. After she took care of her morning chores, she'd carry the trash out, get a copy of the backyard pathway plans, order a printer cartridge, work on Lolly's story, maybe even contact Custom Pin Buttons, and add another page to Jerusha. What did get done? The morning chores and the trash. Otherwise, the computer started playing games again and she spent a fair amount of time entertaining Apple Care, looking through FB, and waiting for Richard to return Baby Car, which Mazda understandably doesn't want to store while it is totally rebuilding its Gtown headquarters. So now it's late afternoon, and she has nothing to show for it.
     There are still five working hours left in your day, Fio. Get to to crackin'!
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Whew, Fio just spent one hour and twenty-two minutes with her fingers pressed on keys that would reduce the chapters she accidentally moved up from 14 to 213 whatevers. She's sure there is some one-stroke method to do the job, but she isn't about to experiment. Now to enter her notes that sew up the loose ends of Lolly's story and give a happy ending to everyone who deserves it.
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It is now 6:20, and Fiorella has made herself a list for tomorrow, some items of which have been on la lista for weeks or even months. The ones she will concentrate most on seem to be fairly easy: drive by DQ so Sonia Dog can pose for a photo, get instructions on how get a print cartridge, hire her yardman to mow the lawn plus de-pot the iron plants and jasmines.
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     It is 6:26 now, so Fiorella, who doesn't turn on TV till at least 9:pm, will try to deal with a couple of bad guys in Lolly's story.
     Fio took a break, went outside, put more trash in the bin, took a half hour walk, then pulled a fallen timber back out of the woods.
     It's 7:00 now, and your girl has locked up the house, armed the alarm and is set on writing. WATCH OUT, LOLLY, HERE SHE COMES!