In the midst of life, we are in death. This is day seven, the supposed last day of Fiorella's sitting shiva for Ellen, but there will always be a part of her that sorrows for her friend, just as her heart still sorrows for all her friends and family who have gone before.
There are still about two months to go before the move-in to the new house is complete. Right now, Fio is trying to figure out how to handle her overloaded studio--especially since there's yet another U-Haul truck due.
Your girl will be in an orthopedist's office Austin bright and early tomorrow morning to see if that left knee of hers can be fixed. Fio thinks it's a tendon, but she's not a specialist.
Do you remember that Fiorella used to get a kick out of giving you the figures on how many readers she had and what countries they were from? Well, apparently that service got cut (as well as the use of common poetic forms) when whoever owns the blog changed systems. BOOOOOOO!
Fio's still looking for a handyman to help her with her clothes closet problem.
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