Okay, 'fess up! Who gave Fiorella this cold--the old-fashioned kind, complete with honks, coughs, unending mucous, and unrelenting sleepiness, sleepiness, sleepiness? The culprit was probably her five-year-old granddaughter--she's the right age for it, but it wasn't intentional so your girl will have to forgive her....
The only nice part of the scenario is that the relentless telephone salesmen hang up pretty quickly when the scratchy voice Fio's cold has endowed her with tells them she's sick and doesn't want to talk to anybody. It's like they think she can infect them through the telephone wire.
Speaking of the scratchy voice, does anyone out there have a Sucret that can sooth Fiorella's burning throat? Apparently this household is devoid.
Hoping you can make sense out of everything Fiorella's saying. The cold has also given her a grogginess that makes it hard for her to proofread.
This is totally off the subject, but watching the morning news, your girl saw so many good people banding together and doing good things for other people in need. Then, there are people like Vladimer Putin. One can't help but wonder about what kind of upbringing he had....
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