From Dreams to French TV

 Fiorella had some kind of dream in which she was always behind on something. Hmm...sounds just like her life.

Your girl went through through all the pages she had pulled out of her boxes yesterday, then went through them again and tossed the ones that were totally out of date out of date or unintelligible. Next comes deciding which half-written books she'll finish up--either Lolly or the vampire story. 

In between times, Fio entertained herself with a ghoulish, French language TV show. Not that she can read French anymore, but she got the gist of it. 

After all, one of her best friends in grad school was Nicole Domingue.  Fio will be still working on her studio, of course, but the basics are laid out now--a desk by the window, four six-foot tall bookshelves, three sets of files cabinets, two chairs, a mini-fridge, a couple of chairs, a step ladder, and a large, loving dog.

Oh, Fiorella should have explained that the reason she's watching French TV is that her son has been dumped by Prime Video because somehow along the line, we got tangled with a high-price station, which Son thinks he thinks is bogus and won't pay.