Not Happy

 GRRRRRR..... The American Statesman newspaper hasn't shown up at Fiorella's door for about two weeks now and when she tried to contact said newspaper, she was switched around from one mechanical device to another, finally ending up with a machine that informed her she was taking too long answering its questions

Actually, the missing newspapers were probably delivered to the gated of the community in which your girl lives and thrown onto--or across--the fence, but someone somewhere, somehow, should have been able to come up with a clever way to deliver each newspaper to its rightful recipient.

Whoopee--Fio is attending physical therapy to shape up her left leg, the one that was operated on. It's an eight-day, half-an-hour program and so far, your girl is enjoying it. Her left leg is enjoying it too.😀

As you know, transportation is Fiorella's worst problem, but maybe Son L will get some relief as chauffeur if his mother can get acquainted with the local "mature" art scene. Who knows--she might even run into some old pals....

Your girl is worried right now because she's afraid that her daily g-mails to Daughter and Son K aren't getting to them--probably because Mom somehow messing up the g-mail about a week (?) ago.  

Does everything Fio touches have to fall to pieces?😖