Fiorella messed up. Between having to explain to herself what she was trying to do with her newest wacky project and her usual aim of of saving the world, she turned her studio into a maelstrom that took half a day to pull back together again.
After cleaning up her mess, your girl spent most of her time doing things like washing her clothes, emptying the trash, and cleaning up her bedroom--which also included gritting her teeth over her closet hangers, half of which she can't even reach. (Yes, Fiorella complained about the situation when they first moved in, but to no avail. Maybe it's time to launch a new attack.)
The tension of the day was palpable, at least to Fio--because the blood people still haven't gotten any word out on when they'll be open for business again.
Ah--the highlight of the day: Fiorella turned on the stove this afternoon, grabbed a kitchen knife, and started in one of the cuts of beef she'd bought the last time she'd gone to H-E-B--and you can bet your booties that it was FABULOUS--even better than the salmon, which had somehow lost its taste. Let's hope the rest of that cut tastes just as well tomorrow.
Back to the project mentioned in her first paragraph, Fiorella will admit that it's a blatant attempt to attract old friends, but new ones would also be welcome. 😁
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