Fiorella has a hard time yesterday. The operation itself went well--she was out cold the whole time, of course--but after a good night of sleep last night, she realized that she was still "under the influence" the whole rest of the day and evening. On the other hand, the procedure--which apparently is the hospital's preferred word for cutting peopleopen--went well, and Fio lauds the staff from doctors on down for doing the best they could to make her informed and comfortable. Still, she'd rather not have to pay them another visit....
In the dim light of this morning's dawn, truth reigns, and Fio has already written several pages in her yellow tablet, analyzed herself and her family, planned for the rest of the day, and made vows for the future. Her goal, as always, is to make the world a better place for her having lived in it. Now to set to it!
Did you know that your girl is so communication crazy that she never leaves the house without a pen, pencil, phone, tablet, and a couple of sheets of Kleenex in her bag? After all, a good reporter is aware that she'll never know when a thought or story will pop into her brain.
Fio is thinking about adding Uber and Lyft to her list of in-town chauffeurs. Chariot will always be her first choice, but they require her to put in a request a week beforehand so an appropriate driver can be found, and sometimes your girl needs a more immediate response.
Just realized that Fiorella got her I-can-make-anything genes from her mother, whose father was a handy-man extraordinare. And, by the way, has Fio told you that she built a much-needed bathroom fixture out of two nails and a side-ways-turned kitchen rack? Have hammer--will travel!
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