Your girl is almost out of checks, and she hopes a new book will arrive soon. If not, you'll hear her shriek from here to Honolulu.
George, the sweet white cat, is lying in Fio's lap and purring to comfort her in her possible indignation.
Has Fiorella told you that she had to skip her appointment with her tremor doctor? Hopefully she'll be able to pick the visit up again later on. (Being half blind is a really irritating!)
Yes, Fio is doing her best to follow the Trump saga, and it looks like our former president is going down, down, down, which is exactly where he belongs!
Your girl has been going through her loads of half-written romances from times past to see if she could finish them out, but she doesn't even know what kind of stories are selling these days. Fio's infomation chain, like the nutcracker doll, is still broken, mostly because she can't drive.
Ah, well, shall we turn to poetry?
Sometimes I'm high
Sometimes I'm low
Sometimes I don't know
Where I go
But where ever I be
I will think of thee
Thankfully 💗
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