JOYFUL!

 Friend Paula, who lives far, far away, called Fio on the phone this morning to make sure your girl was okay, and we had a nice long talk. Thank you, Paula, for caring. 💗💗💗

Are you ready for a couple of poems again? They're probably repeats because Fiorella is still shaken from her fear of losing everything in her computer.

       ALONE

So many know my name and yet so few

Know me: I'm more and less than what I seem

To be, called friend by many people who

 Know me as I know night by chance moonbeam

     Chameleon-like I change my psychic skin

Depending whom I'm with and what the day

Unending fitting, never filling in,

Amending how I look and and what I say--

     Unclothed and mute, inside myself I know

My soul complete, its multiplicity

A whole; but outside actorlike I show

The role I choose, or you assign to me

    And as no one can know my my entity,

    I know no one, but only simile