Somewhat Better

 Yesterday was not a good day for your Fiorella. She was so upset that she daydreamed up a handsome older man who would fall in love with her, sweep her off her feet, and install her in a lovely house which was in such good shape that she could spend all her time writing, painting, studying languages, and maybe even dabbling in musical composition again.

Fio is determined that today will be better, Prince or no, and she dressed accordingly--a yellow-orange pullover sweater on top of a red-orange long-sleeved shirt, beige slacks and cinnomin color shoes. Yep, your girl is an artist to the bone--and knows how to strut her stuff.

Like probably everybody else in the nation, your girl is still a bit on edge about the attack on the Capitol. It was so unbelievable, so much like a third-rate movie--but the blood was real and Fio had never seen urine and feces being used in Hollywood productions. Pray God, we will never see it again. Pray God, we will never see Trump again.

Where is my stupid pen?/Where has it wandered again/ Just when I needed it most/ To write down a clever post?😁

Fiorella spent the afternoon riding around with Son L To look at possible future homes, but didn't find anything that would work, which scares her because she so is getting closer to her own move-out date. The problem is that she can't find any new houses that will fill the bill or any "used" houses that will provide their floor plan.