Wonder Woman, WHERE ARE YOU?

 Pressure, pressure everywhere, and not a minute to think. Fiorella is going crazy....er. She's still packing away the house, of course, and, at the same time, she's trying to fill out realtor information forms, like who takes care of the septic tank (Charlie Something-or-other) and who supplies her electricity, when ALL FIO DOES IS PAY THE BILLS!

Then there is the Sonja Dog problem. After a disastrous situation six months ago, Doggie will NOT enter a car again, and your girl's plan to keep her away from the house while it was being gussied up by the realtor's henchwomen was to take her on a L O N G ride. Now it's to take her on a longer walk than Fio herself can endure.

Added to everything else, Fiorella needs to sneak away at some point and pick up a door-knocker at a hardware shop to cover up the nasty-looking knob that now opens up the kitchen trash bin. She also needs a little spare time to walk up to the road and pick up her mail and, back at the house, to clear off the countertops that she's supposed to have taken care of. Then there are The Children that she has yet to post message about on FB yet and the houses on Zillow that she hasn't had time to look at yet.

See ya tomorrow!