From Morning to Eventide

Your girl woke up with a headache this morning, a common early symptom of the virus, but then Sonia Dog snuggled up beside her and emitted a staggeringly magnificent odor that made Fio gag, so it looks like your faithful correspondent is safe for the time being.
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Thanks to wonderful Fernando and his crew (hijo y sobrino), the backyard walk-way project is one third finished. Fiorella is thrilled, relieved, and grateful. Tally ho, mi amigo!
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And while Fernando labors outside, Fio stays inside, tending to Baby Dog, working on Lolly's story, trying to save the world via Facebook, and hurling cardboards of all sizes, shapes, colors down the stairs to be stored for the move-out.
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Oops. Fio got too enthusiastic sliding her art supplies down the stairs and now her right hip--the fake one--is hurting. She's hoping it will heal overnight because there are a lot more things on the landing that need to be hurled down the stairs.
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On thing Fiorella has learned about herself is that she doesn't throw away anything she thinks might be useful for her or anyone else in the future. Thus her granddaughter, poor thing, will inherit not only paints, canvases, frames, cardboard, reams of paper, and copies of everything Fio has ever written or composed, but a full library of language books.