Sickness, Sickness, Sickness

 Things are looking better for your girl. Son L drove her to the local regional clinic and she got examined right, left, and sideways, but there haven't been any calls back so far. The nasal problem is what she is most concerned about, but there are probably some other things she will also have to attend to. After all, Fio's no spring chicken--although she does her best to look like one.😊😁😁

Fiorella's rooms--the study and her bedroom--are a mess, but that's what happens when you've been sickish. Give her a couple of days and she'll have everything ship-shape...well, ALMOST ship-shape, being that your girl is always coming up with new ideas to try out. Sigh...

Her next project will probably be experimenting with the city's transportation program for older people. It's cheap, and would take a lot of pressure off Son L, her current chauffeur, but will it be reliable? After all, your girl got herself all excited about the city's Senior Activity Center, but it turned out to be a bust. (IF FIO, WHO'S HAD A FAIR AMOUNT OF EXPERIENCE WITH VARIOUS PROJECTS HAD BEEN IN CHARGE, SHE WOULD HAVE MADE IT WORK!)

Son was clearing out storage today and Fiorella got a a big load of socks--probably dating back to the stone age--dumped on her bed today and now she has to sort them out and tuck the winners away. But where? Her bedroom is so small that she doesn't even have a chair in it, and the study/studio is lost in its own mess. Yep, it's amazing how quickly a room goes awry when one gets sick.

Cough, cough.....