Not that great a day--so far, at least. One of Daughter-in-law's cats, which suffered from more problems than any of us imagined, had to be put down, and Fiorella had a half-hour long wait to talk to her medical contraptions people, topped by one of those visual headaches that make you half sick. Needless to say, D-I-Law wasn't too happy either.
Fio and Son L have been working on the latest load of her belongings taken out of storage. Your girl has been glad to see that her oil paintings--at least the ones so far--have survived their journey, but, sadly, a couple of them got scrape marks in the process😞
Son L had to drive Fiorella over to the bank this afternoon so she could correct a mistake it had made on her account. 😒
Your girl is not impressed by the current British murder mystery shows, especially the ones that try to modernize titles like Miss Fisher, Midsomer Murders, and Hercule Poirot--or it may be that Fio's has had her fill of the who-done-its.
There's a good chance that Fiorella will never drive again. It was easy to get around in Georgetown, but Austin is a different matter, especially since Fio now lives in a part of the city with which she's totally unfamiliar.
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