Catching Up with Fio and Her Brainstorm

 Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum--Fio slept all night and she feels SOOOOOO good today! Yep, one little pill tuned out the waning pain of the surgery, and she's counting on a clean sweep by the end of the week when she goes back to her hand doctor again. Pray for her.👏

Next, of course, comes the knee surgery. Then your girl will be perfect, right? 😜

Shredded Wheat for breakfast, two Milky Ways for lunch--better cook up some steak for supper.😋

Fiorella walked up to the street under the pretense of putting a letter in the community mailbox this morning, but actually to show off one of her new outfits, and, dang it, no one was outside to see how cute she looked. Nevertheless, looking at the spring dandelions and buttercups in everyone's yards were worth the trip. Yes, Fio knows they're weeds and will need to be mowed down, but in their prime, they're soooo beautiful.💗

CRAP! Your girl can remember her family's first address when she was a child (429 Stetler), but not her  last address before moving to Gtown. Five will get you ten, though, that it will pop up tomorrow morning bright and clear.

O M G ! ! ! Once a romance writer, always a romance writer--the fickle bird of inspiration has just hit Fiorella full force and spun out the beginnings of a story which is now swirling through her tortured brain. How about having an older woman--a widow--be the heroine this time around? 😀😀😀