Raconteur

Fio knows this is the second Tuesday of the month because that's when she meets with friends Ashley and Carol at Starbucks.  Carol couldn't make it this time so Fio and Ashley were the only ones yucking it up.  Yeah, they laughed and chortled and cackled, mostly about Fiorella running into the police car.  It was horrible that it happened, of course, but what else can one do but make a good story out of it?

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry

Too much to do, too little time in which to do it.

Fiorella's been working every minute since she got home from the conference, not even pausing to watch Big Bang, and she had a minor breakdown last night when she learned the joint birthday celebration she and daughter had planned would have to be rescheduled, which means that Fio will miss Friend Ashley's one-year-old's birthday party.  Fio has already missed last Sunday's dog training session and the Palace Theater's production of the Will Rogers Follies because she was thinking the writers' conference ended on Friday rather than Saturday, and she has to work out a medical appointment conflict.  In the meantime, she's supposed to be gathering documentation for a lawsuit and figuring out how to pre-publicize her book and writing, writing, writing.

At least, although it took hours to pull the separate chapters together and format them, Fio got two of her other oeuvres off to the divine Liza.  And she's caught up on the newspapers.  And she's unpacked and done her laundry.  And she made it to the pre-set meeting with Friend Joan in south Austin.  And she wrote out her biography for the Georgetown Library writing classes she rashly agreed to teach. 

And despite not having any Neosporin with her in Atlanta, her wounds are healing well, even the emotional ones.

Emma Jane

Friend Ashley brought her new baby to the meeting of Endor at Starbucks yesterday.  Fiorella and Friend Carol were thrilled.  And so was Starbuck's, who took our orders, but not our money.  Talk about good customer relations!

Of course, it might have had something to do with the manager, who'd been sitting at table next to us working on accounts, being obviously pregnant.