In case you haven't guessed it, your girl is an organizer--sometimes an over-organizer--which is no guarantee that her plans will always come to fruition. Nevertheless, Fiorella moves onwards and upwards, always trying to save the world, her friends, her family, and--well--herself. Hope you do the same.

WHAT A DAY! Fiorella not only reorganized her desk (which took a lot longer than you might think), but got word that a licensed bloodsucker would come to the house once a month to check out her cumadin level rather than her having to play hostess every week to a machine that someone in her family would have to learn how to work.💗💗

On the other hand, she can't find her new sunglasses. Shhhh...don't tell anyone!

Hey, hey, hey! Looks like Fiorella got a lucky break. She'd been tracked down by the medical powers that be and told she had to use one of those awful finger-pricking machines to take blood every week, then turn in the results on line. Then, in came Fio's Lone Ranger galloping in for the rescue--

 

 

True Grit-itude

You are so kind to always think of me

To let me know the error or my ways

To guide me, chide me, Procrustes bed-ize me

To nip my heels when'er my footpath strays

     Five mintes alone in an alley, you snit,

     And I'll show you how much I appreciate it!