Damn! Fio has messed up her doctor appointments, which, at her age, are a lot more frequent than they used to be. And it doesn't help that, ever since she got caught in THE snowstorm, her sense of security has shuffled off to Buffalo.
So, Fiorella had the itch ever since way back when. Going back through some old papers, she discovered plans she'd made for a redo of the family home when she was a teenager. Needless to say, Mom decided to let the place stay as it was.
Does anyone out there know how to get some sort of gadget that affixes to the TV to play soft music when Fio is trying to get some sleep? If not, will you invent one?
Did your faithful correspondent tell you that she almost lost her cardcase, the one that is loaded with all sorts of important identity information? Luckily, it showed up the next day at Walgreen's, where she had shopped the night before, but Fio's heart is still beating way too fast.
Fiorella the Great has decided that she will leap into action tomorrow by calling all her doctors and setting up appointments with them, which should take at least half the day. She will also go through her bedroom, which is loaded with notes and throw-aways, then work on her studio. (By the way, did your girl ever tell you that she has two copies of Peterson's Magazine, a ladies' book, one from 1883 and the other from 1859? Any takers?)
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