Backlash?

 One of the worst things about looking back is that you realize that most of the things that went bad for you were your own stupid fault. Yep, Fio could have won that school board race hands down if she'd hired a pro to run her campaign instead trying to run it all by herself. And when she got her degree, she should have taken the generous offer of her professors and to help her write a book on her dissertation topic instead of striking out alone and in another direction.

As you can guess, this is not your girl's best day. She's exhausted and depressed. After spending more than a year packing up her old house, she's spent  more than three months unpacking for her new house--and the job not finished yet. Then comes the guillotine: what Fiorella values in a home is not necessarily what Son L and his wife, who are her housemates, value. 

Another depressing situation is that, while Fio does have some longtime friends in the area, she can't meet up with them because she isn't driving at this time. And also, because she's been devoting all her energy to unpacking and putting away, she hasn't had time to make friends in her new neighborhood. 

Your girl found about thirty of Husband's favorite paperbacks--Oz, Vince Flynn, Laurie King--in one of the boxes she unpacked today. They're all from ten or twenty years ago, but Fio refuses to toss them into the trash bin. Will try to get someone to drop them of at Goodwill instead. 

Maybe Fiorella is experiencing some kind of shiva backlash, but she's been quite morose today.