Fiorella has just spent half a day putting the final touches on her two-week labor to get in touch--by mail-- with any old friends who still remember her, so we'll see what happens next. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to dig up many names and addresses that she used to know, but maybe a match will light a fire.
It's weird: Fio has always been curious about how many people are following her shout-outs, but she's also been afraid to ask. What if her numbers are low--so very low that she's talking to herself? Or on the other hand, what if they're so high that they frighten her?
SWITCH OF TOPIC: Fiorella has scheduled herself for Chariot, our city's preferred local transport for people her age people, to take her to her eye appointment next month, but she hasn't received a conformation from them yet, which makes her nervous. Maybe she should call again tomorrow to make sure the machine she spoke to is still working. (Pray for her.)
Fio doesn't know where you live, but where she lives, it's getting warmer--so much warmer that your girl slipped into shorts this morning and danced around a little. Hello Spring!
Our minister, who lives halfway across the city, dropped by to visit today. How many other pastors pay that much attention to their their members, especially if they're way across the city?
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