Your girl is on a clean-up-and-put-up rampage today. She's going through the desk across from her bedroom and trying to arrange everything she'd carelessly thrown into it when she first moved into the house. As usual, wish her well.
Little by little, Fio is getting herself back again, but she still has a way to go--and it doesn't help that every time she turns around, there's another doctor's appointment on her calenderio. On the other hand, those appointments are what's strengthening her so that she'll need less of them.
Hey, hey--Fiorella wrote the first couple of lines of what she hopes will be her new torrid romance. The heroine is older than her other girls....and pregnant. Will tease you with further as the story progresses.😄
Well, it looks like your girl's half-sunken bed will be repaired next week by means of TaskRabbit, which communicates solely on line. Fio will probably try to get a local for the rest of the work she's planning. She doesn't like hiring long-distance.
Please emind Fiorella that she has to get her one and only pair of heels--which she hadn't worn for years--to a shoemaker because their insides turned into mush when she wore them to sister-in-law's birthday celebration.
Despite the operation, your girl's left hand is still somewhat bloated from carpal tunnel, but she has an appointment with her doctor later this week and is hoping he'll be encouraging--and maybe present her with a magic potion.
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