FOR TODAY....

 YOUR GIRL IS BACK AGAIN! Not only can she breathe better, but she's had a nice long-distance talk with her friend in Colorado, the one whose family has grazed their cows on Fio's husband's family's lands since before your girl was even born. (And by the way--owning a quarter of a ranch isn't as glamorous--or as productive--as it sounds, although wicked Fio likes to flip it in the face of uppity people every now and then!😜)

Hurray, hurray! Fiorella has just taken down her sixth pill and it's obvious that she's halfway through whatever it is that attacked her vocal cords and overwhelmed her throat with mucus. .Just a couple more days of that big lump of white that the doctor prescribed and she should be able to sing again....hopefully.😛

But right now, Fio is going to try to gather up some friends--not just to take her to choir practice, but also to talk to when she is melancholy, rejoice with her when she is on top of the world, and laugh herself silly when she feels like it. Any volunteers?😔

 Changing the subject, Fiorella--whose own family was shattered by the UT Tower Shooting back in 1966, had it all ripped open for her again when she read that the families of the Uvalde massacre are having to wait as long as thirteen hours in order to testify in court! YEAH--hide those dead children under a bloody blanket while you prepare your next run for office, Governor Greg Abbott!😠