Your girl is having a busy day. She's rearranging her mini-fridge and starting on the rest of the studio/ study/salon too. Unfortunately, her TV remains the same, even running the same shows she remembers from way back when....except for the Ukraine situation, of course, which seems to be (hooray!) getting more upbeat by the day.
Fiorella skipped church/choir today--she's still hoarse and it's driving her crazy. One of her doctors suggested a pill she could get from our local pharmacy, but Son L already has his hands full so your girl will have to wait her turn. (Has Fio mentioned this before?)
The weather was cold this morning when your girl went out for a walk so she put on the dreamy mink jacket that she had given her mother for Christmas many years ago and imagined herself as the queen of the block--until a young woman who wearing a light-weight jersey outfit blasted by.
Fio is writing at the end of the day now, after a nap that made her even more languid. She's moved a couple of the weightier framed family portraits around now and is making plans for one--maybe two-- more to find new homes WITHIN HER OWN COLLECTION. (Gone are the days when she handed her art out willy-nilly.)
The major task tomorrow, will try be trying to lasso someone to hang up a painting of her late husband's grandmother (great grandmother?) A while back, Fio nearly knocked herself out trying to get this lady unhooked from her current position, but she figures that since both Son L and his wife are taller and stronger than she is, tomorrow will be THE DAY.
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