Your Fio has been under the weather for a few days and not gotten much sleep, so today her system finally gave in and she collapsed on the sofa, then slept all morning. When she woke up, she was overflowing with energy so she put on her mask and gloves and drove into town to get an old photo copied at Kinko's, mail her ballot and bills at the post office, and donate some books to The Caring Place.
The guys behind the counter at Kinko's were wearing masks, and not only were the post office employees masked, but social-distancing marks were taped on the floor. Unfortunately, The Caring Place's drive-through donation station was closed. Hope the outside staff didn't have an outbreak of the virus.
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How can anyone support a president who would command prison guards to clear out an Episcopalian churchyard full of people--including clergy--with rubber bullets and tear gas, and so he can have a picture taken of himself holding a bible upside down?
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The hand sanitizer that daughter ordered for Fiorella was delivered behind a tree two thirds of the way up the driveway and wouldn't have been found till tomorrow if neighbor Kathy hadn't spotted it when she came over to help Fio install the new printer cartridge.
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How about concluding today's blog with a hot passage from What the Heart Wants:
He rocked his forehead against hers, smushing their their noses together. She moaned and rubbed the undersides of her arms against his shoulders as the tip of his tongue outlined her mouth, then sought entry to explore the inner rims of her lips and the sensitive flesh above her teeth.
He couldn't get enough of her.
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