KEEP ON GOING, FIO!

 Your girl is on the warpath now. It looks like Fiorella's original psychologist, the one her neurologist recommended, was switched out for a newbie, and, although Fio probably OKed the switch, it never dawned on her that one shrink wasn't as appropriate as the next one.

Fiorella will have a few days off midweek, and then a hospital rep will check up on her on Monday, she'll have an anti-coag check on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, she'll visit a dermatologist to make herself pretty. Got all that? The anti-coag and dermatology visits will be by means of CHARIOT and the third visit is a hospital walk-in that Fio hopes Son L can handle.

Please remind your girl to call her knee doctor. She's hurting.

As the family matriarch, Fio has decided to draw up a family tree so that everyone knows where everyone else stands, especially in regard to the ranch land.

Your girl was about to put away the computer when it struck her like a lightning bolt that she was still sitting shiva for friend Ellen, and would be for the rest of her life. And yes, Fio is crying again--not only for Ellen, but for herself. She had walked into the psychologist's office dressed in blue--jeans, shoes, and an open long-sleeved blue-plaid shirt over a white shirt because she would, at last be able to tell the truth--but all the shrink heard was that she'd had to pull on THREE layers of clothing during the storm and asked her if "3" had a special meaning to her.)