FROM TEARS TO MORE TEARS

 MORNING: Yes, Fiorella has tears running down her cheek like raindrops, but they're tears of joy--Daughter couldn't get over to see Fiorella so she sent the next best thing--a pack of TWELVE YELLOW TABLETS! (Only the offspring of a writer would understand....💗 )

MID-DAY:  This has been a surprisingly nice day so far, but it's also been rather boring--so your girl decided to look for her lost eye glasses.  Nothing to do but grab the giant flashlight she'd bought from Walmart a couple of months ago for such events, sink down onto her knees, and snake herself between her bedstead and the surrounding inner wall, after which--just when she was about to throw in the towel (literally)--she finally spotted the outline of her delinquent spectacles. A few more inches of bone-breaking stretching and the  glasses were in her hand--but then Fiorella had to ooch her one way back out of the narrow passage and stand herself up by grasping at the bedposts.

6:00: The first thing that Fio is going to do when she wakes up tomorrow is try to get herself an appointment with an optometrist--not because her current glasses hid themselves in the dust under her bed when she was trying to find them, but because they are more than five years old and never did fit her quite right. Also because time has marched on, and there may have been some wonderful advances in the trade that would benefit her. 

6:45: RATS! That big flashlight that Fiorella paid about ninety dollars for in Walmart--the one she'd used to find her eye glasses--has been pronounced DEAD ON THE SPOT! Son L said it was either a water leak or acid, but your girl kept the flashlight in the house and certainly never tried to wash it or expose it to acid or her tears. GRRRRRRRR! 

Wonder what tomorrow will be like....