WE WON! Now comes the hard part--knitting the country back together again. Not that we'll all be using the same color skein, but Fiorella thinks we can all come together in regard to peace, humanitarianism, and a forward movement.
People were dancing in the street yesterday, just like Fio had prophetized four years ago, but now she worries that they'll all come down with the virus. DISTANCE, GUYS, DISTANCE!
Now that the upstairs is pretty well empty, your girl is planning to again attack the dining room, which she uses as her gathering station. There's also an heirloom crib that she has to prepare for transport--four generations of family babies spent the first months of their lives in its comfort.
Hey, hey--Son has located another contractor who might be able to take care of the balcony beam problem. Wahoo!
A warning has suddenly popped up on Fio's computer screen telling her that her disc--whatever that is--is almost full and asking if she wants to save space by optimizing storage (close/manage). What the heck does that mean? Fiorella's childhood typewriter never asked her to make decisions😕
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