Telling All

 Fiorella keeps telling herself to move forward, but she is so afraid. Everything costs money, and hers is limited. She cuts every corner that she can, but then some new need pops up. If only her house hadn't needed repairs. If only her electronics would behave themselves. If only she were younger and taller and stronger. If only she could make the virus go away.

Some people are silver and some are gold/ Some people are young and some are old/ Some people are shy and some are bold/ Some people are warm and some are cold/But all can be worthy, so I'm told.

Sonia Dog is having a wonderful time barking at the guys out back putting together Fiorella's balcony, but the noise sort of drives your girl crazy. Hard to concentrate.

Back in "the day," we could turn on the television with a single switch of the knob. Then came the remote, which was great because you didn't have to get up from the couch. Now Fio must use not only a large black/silver remote to turn the TV on, but a fat, white remote to control the sound, then rattle up and down the channels as she cuts through a sea of advertisements and searches for a half-decent show. 

Two weeks to go before putting the house on the market. SCARY!