Dull Day, Dull Report

 Fiorella is NOT in a good mood. The weather is nasty, her newspaper was so sodden that it tore apart when she tried to dry it, she ran out of milk, and she couldn't seem to get hold of Chariot, the nice people who arranged a ride for her to ride and from one of her doctor appointments a month ago. Well--now she has five of them (appointments, not Chariots).  Son L thinks he''ll be able to take her to the appointment tomorrow, but the other three are up for grabs. 

The best thing that happened today was when Fio and Son L stopped by Dan's Hamburgers for lunch, then dropped by H-E-B, where your girl had a great time going up and down the aisles and loading herself up with chocolate, etc. The store was teaming with customers--but surprisingly and sadly, about a fourth of them had on their masks.

Okay, Fio will admit that she'd really like to avoid the doctor that she'll be visiting tomorrow because on their first meeting, she (the doctor) seemed not only cold, but devoid of any kind of bedside manner whatsoever. Maybe Fio misread her, but we'll find out in time.

Yes, Fiorella is still trying to re-master the piano, kicking herself all the while for not keeping up with it. But at least she can still read the keys, even if her fingers have trouble finding them.

From her own experience, your girl advises you to prepare for the worst tomorrow. This is been a dark, cold day in Central Texas, and apparently there are more to come. Be sure you have a pile of firewood and a larder full of food on hand--don't let yourself get caught like Fio did last year. SHUDDER!