The best thing about Fiorella's day was when Son L took her to a place to get a revival of her driving license--not that yours truly drives any more, but a license is good for identification. The rest of the day fell apart piece by piece. The Christmas card she sent her brother and his wife came back: apparently she had used the wrong address, and things went down from there. She had a horrid time copying her copious pill list onto a new page, she can't remember how to handle a Medtronic (heart) device, and every good will solicitation in the world is after her.
Fio is going crazy over the three more Christmas songs that she wrote way back when. Somehow, she MUST get them into circulation!
The cold weather has abated and Fiorella was able to get outside and walk the neighborhood cul-de-sac. It's strange that she seems to be the only one who uses it on a regular basis.
That's it for today. Best wishes to all.💗
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