Better and Better

 It's still cold out and snow is still on the ground, but Fio just awoke from the best all-night sleep she's had in months. It helped that she wasn't alone, her house was sold, and she's popping with a short story.

Now to get her new life going. First, of course, she'll have to arrange for a total clear-out of her beloved old house, salvaging what she can from the devastation wrought by the exploding pipes. Then she'll have to check out the state of the new house. Then there will be the pandemonium of moving into the new house. No rest for the weary, but what else does one do but move on?

There are good people in the world. Fio will never stop lauding the charity of her daughter-in-law's family, who literally saved her life by providing food, heat, shelter, transport, and companionship. She also will be forever grateful to son L for taking over when Mom was at the end of her rope. And to neighbor Michael, for doing what he could in the circumstances.

Checking up on the outside world, Fiorella is not pleased. Ted Cruz is being a total jerk. Hey, Stacy Abrams--how about you work your magic and get him thrown out of the Senate? And there are a couple of other el stupidos you could toss out along the way.

Back in the real world, Fio still needs a Covid shot and to find out what the result of her recent blood draw was in relation to her coumadin prescription.