Meandering

 It's four o'clock in the morning, and Fiorella is berating herself for every dumb, mean, and stupid thing she's ever said, done, or written. She's also mentally singing the Wolf's song in the Three Little Pigs children's operetta she wrote and performed in--which reminds her that years later, it was discovered that one of Son L's best friends had been among the preschool children for whom the show was performed. It also reminds her that she is still in touch with friend Maqua (who aided and abetted Fio's musical escapades) even though they now live about five states apart. It's also how your girl and friend Marion struck up a long-lasting friendship, despite now being on opposite ends of the political spectrum. It also makes her wonder where everyone else in the chorus is now and if any pictures of our performances are still around. Whatever, best wishes to all.

Sonia Dog is having more and more trouble climbing into bed with Mommy at night. Hoping to find her step-stool among the next storage load.  

Whoopee! Fiorella's heart monitor has arrived, which means there's hope for the old gal yet!

Fio and Daughter-in-Law, who are not fond of the over-tall doors in the new house, are talking transoms somewhere down the line.