Fiorella is still in a low spot, and it doesn't help that she's having to haul a walker everywhere she goes for God only knows how long. Yep, avoid all knee surgeries if you can, because this one, which was supposed to be a minor "correction" turned into a full-out replacement, and you don't want to know all that was involved. GRRRRRRR!
One of the things one has to deal with is said walker, which irritates Fio no end. And hen there is the cane, which supposedly will supercede the walker, but actually confuses your girl because she can't figure out what its exact use is.
Well, at least Fio isn't in DC listening to the follow-ups on the attack on the Capital, although she has to admit that she was following every word on TV. Scary times, scary times, and, being the excitable type, your girl would have stuffed subpoenas down every one of their throats--or that's the ways she felt as she absorbed everything that was happening on the big black screen hanging down above her chest of drawers.
Swinging down to national news, Fiorella has always thought that all that telephone cuddling between Trump and Putin at the beginning of Trump's reign laid the basis for what is going on now in the Ukraine. Think about it....
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