I'm up early

What should I say?

Except HOWDY THERE--

HOPE YOU'RE OKAY 😁

The Uvalde massacre tore Fio apart, but now she's on the up-spring and a-raring to go. She even rearranged her bedroom yesterday--and plans to checking out her long-neglected studio today. 

Oops, your girl's physical therapy nurse (for the stupid knee surgery) is going to come about twelve, and Son L has planned for us to to go out on errands this afternoon. Hope they won't overlap.

You should take a picture of Fiorella today. She's got on a white shirt topped by a gold necklace, and --uh--bottomed by black shorts and black shoes. Now, if she could just find the $400 lifts that keep her feet from hurting. Your girl has a vague memory of putting them somewhere out of reach of Granddaughter's never-failing curiosity, but they may be gone forever. Oh well, no one can see the inside of Fio's shoes.

SUDDEN THOUGHT! Wondering if wrapping her affected elbow with foam rubber would mitigate the carpel tunnel....