One of the dumbest things Fiorella did was take down the big, happy, easy-to-look-at kitchen wall clock midway through packing because now, the only way she can tell time is by wrinkling her brow and peering at her wristwatch. The second dumbest thing your girl did was pack away her unfinished stories and copious library of books way too early because now, she has nothing to read or fool around with.
Fio is so tired of greeting the new day by assuming she will be able to do what needs to be done and maybe have some time to herself, then have everything go wrong, like (1) two front-yard trees, laden with snow and falling across the driveway. (2) Like having to spend a full half-hour winding her way through the intricacies of Capital One's back door to make a late car payment, the bill of which had never shown up in her mailbox. (3) Like the vet reporting that Doggie needs to eat more nutritious food, which means that the big bag of Benefel which Fio ordered yesterday is out the window. (4) Like that she can't find out by telephone how her last coumadin check-up came out. (5) Like that, according to the weather-casters, she will be housebound through the next week or two.
UP DATE: Your girl pulled on jeans and two sweaters, then sallied forth out the garage door to access the situation and discovered that her driveway is impassible in both directions. More fun. She'll have to make her one box of Shredded Wheat and her one loaf of bread s-t-r-e-t-c-h. On the other hand, she has two gallons of milk in the refrigerator, Sonia Dog is taking everything in stride, and, so far, her computer and the TV are still working.
The newspaper, of course, wasn't delivered, which upsets Fio's equilibrium, but she understands.
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