A WILD RIDE!

 Yes, Fiorella is driving herself crazy regarding  her Christmas card this year, mostly because (1) she doesn't know where the nearest Fed Ex (Kinko's) is, and (2), because she probably won't have transportation to get there even if she did know. You got the picture--Fio drove all over little old Georgetown without a problem, but Austin is high traffic, and it's changed MUCHO from when she and Husband migrated from it way-back-when. The only solutions your girl can come up with is calling a cab or using Uber--which might be more interesting because she's never used Uber before.

But what about her medical appointments? Fio doubts that either of the above would be willing to not only pick her up, but wait who-knows-how-long for her appointment to be over. Looks like your girl is back against a wall.

In the meantime, Fiorella soldiers on regarding her self-appointed household duties. She can't do much more with the parlor until the piano is in place, but then she should be able to decide exactly where to put the two full-length mirrors (maybe in the closet) and how to showcase her mother's display pieces.

Out of the blue, Your girl has started having foot problems--at night of all things--so Son L drove her to Walmart and consulted Dr. Scholl. We'll see if his prescription works, but if it doesn't, Fiorella will have to resort to a real live podiatrist. Actually, Fio had the same problem about ten years ago and ended up with  $pecialty inserts in her shoes. Hoping that she'll not have have to go to that extreme this time around.

Fiorella hopes she's not overloading you: she's on a roll and has been writing ahead for the last couple of days but she's not sure she's pushing the right buttons regarding the publication dates. If so, just hang on--wherever you are with Fio, it's  a wild ride!