The Sixteenth?! How time speeds along! Fiorella apologizes for her lack of communication, but she can't even babble you out a meaningful excuse, just a weak smile and a promise to TRY to keep in touch better.
What's going on with your girl? You won't believe it, but Texas has a snowstorm coming on. Yep, even though there's not a speck of said snow in the air or on the ground, the temperature is icy cold....and Fio is supposed to get herself into town tomorrow for an appointment with her blood doctor, her tremor doctor, and another doctor who cut off one of her pills that he now wants to resurrect.
Only Fiorella could get in this kind on hullaballoo!
Of course, Fio has faced off a bad storm before: about four years ago when her only comfort was Sonia dog, some covers, and dwindling firewood. Luckily, Son L had a friend who had a truck that could stand the weather, and after a couple of days, your girl's life was saved. And if this paragraph is a little wobbly, please understand that Fiorella tries not to think about her near-death experience....but she does think nasty thoughts in the direction of Texas's Governor, Greg Abbot, who nearly killed her by flipping his fingers at the idea that Texas could have a major storm!
That's all for now. Will try to have happier news tomorrow, like that (1) Fiorella has found her missing glasses, (2) everything will go well with her doctors' exams, and that Fio will somehow find a nice nearby friend.
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