Catchin Up with Fiorella

 And again, Fiorella fouled up somehow because her blog for the twenty-third didn't get published till the twenty-fourth--even though she pushed the PUBLISH button for the twenty-third. What the f is your non-technological girl missing? Or is the culprit Louis deJoy, Trump's Postmaster General, striking back at Fio for the comments she's posted on FaceBook about his purposeful delay of the mail?!

It's 1:39 a.m. now so Fio should be able to get this blog out on its intended date. Your girl didn't used to be up so late up so late at night, but over the past month, she's developed the habit of catching a cat  nap, then wandering into her half-finished studio and deciding what to do next, then doing it--and all in a quiet house. 

Today, on Husband's birthday, Son L and Fiorella will be visiting his grave with flowers in hand. When her children were still children, your girl would take them to their Austin grandparents' graves in the state cemetery, and now that she's back in Austin, Fio might do that again this year. She is rarely able to visit her own parents' graves because they are buried in Waco, but when she does, she makes up for lost time by weeping an ocean--not just of sorrow, but of love 💘

Speaking of love, Son L has promised to hang Fiorella's self-portrait above her bed this afternoon, which will be no easy task--that frame must weigh a ton. In the meantime, your girl will be work-work-working on--and in--her studio. There's a difference between getting all the books shelved and getting them shelved in their proper places.