As the house she's lived in her whole life is being torn apart more and more, Sonia Dog wants to cuddle in Mommy's lap more and more. Fiorella wishes she had a lap to cuddle in too.
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The GooGone is finally working. Turns out it had to sit overnight. Must report that Fio didn't know that her fingernails would be required as a sacrificial offering.
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Fiorella will start sorting through her jewelry today. She's already found a batch of earrings she'd forgotten about, and there's more to come. Yep, your girl used to deck herself out in diamonds and pearls, but that ceased at Husband's death, when she took off all her rings and put them away with her other splendors. Her only adornment now is the gold hoop earrings she wears day-in and day-out, awake and asleep, to identify herself as human, a reference she got from Hemalata Tirumurti.
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The dreaded "low battery" voice is plaguing Fio again. That means she has to check every phone in the house to see which one is out of its socket. Actually, Fiorella probably messed things up when she was trying to untangle a snakes' nest of cords nestled in the back of a kitchen counter.
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Another Gilead poem:
Is there no balm in Gilead?
No soothing respite to be had?
Or is it now forever sorrow,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow?
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