Fiorella has settled in to communal living. It's sort of like her college dorm days, but back then, we had heat and cafeteria food in abundance and didn't have to leave the toilet open and unflushed unless the user had defecated.
Even though she was swaddled in blankets, your girl couldn't sleep well last night--soooo she grabbed her always-available yellow tablet and started making notes that she could barely see in the dark, not just about her surroundings, but also about a story, maybe a murder mystery set in a house heavily inhabited during a black-out. Sound familiar?
Fio is fortunate enough to have a son who married into a generous family living in an area that still has heat and food supplies, but what about everyone else? Between the Covid and the snowstorm, there will be a lot of casualties.
Will this stalled storm ever move on? Fiorella wants to go home, clean up the house, arrange for her furniture and belongings to be crated, clear the premises, and settle down in her new house--which, dang it, will take a couple of months to be set up. Whatever, she'll be moving on.
Just learned that the upstairs pipes of the old house froze and the kitchen ceiling is toast, which means that Fio made the right move in leaving the house Also learned that Sonia Dog has enough water.
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