Fiorella is plowing through all her concerns as fast as she can. Yesterday, she visited a dermatologist and now she's scouting for a handyman--someone who's a foot taller and a lot stronger than she is. As she's said before, those heavy paintings aren't going to hang themselves.
Daughter has found Fio some therapists that she might be able to talk to about her near-death experiences in last year's snowstorm. Now to decide which one to get an appointment with....
Sorry about being so late to post today, but Fiorella has a bad headache, which is unusual for her. Okay, she'll 'fess up--she had a dark mark removed from her forehead yesterday and the doctor warned her she might suffer the consequences for a while afterwards.
Fio, who's entire wardrobe consists of a mountain of jeans, shirts, and sweaters, has decided to pick up a couple of dresses. After all, she isn't living on acreage anymore.
She's also thinking that she would have been better off painting a splotch of red around that aforementioned dark mark and telling everyone she was honoring Hinduism.
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