Perspective

Fiorella got caught in a horrible traffic jam yesterday.  It took her an hour and a half to travel the ten miles between Pflugerville and Round Rock.  The day was hot--100 degrees hot--and she didn't have any Ozarka in the car.  Most of the time was spent sitting with her motor running.  When she got home, she was in such bad shape that Husband had to help her out of the car and into the house, where she gulped down great amounts of water and collapsed on the couch.

Fio had a hard time of it, but the people in the pile-up that caused the traffic jam--a semi and seven cars--had it even worse.

God protect and preserve them.

A Bit at a Time

Fio's cleaning up the second-floor guest bathroom a bit at a time.  It's a system she uses to accomplish whatever chores she'd rather forget about.  It's also the reason she has so many half-finished projects, big and small, around the house, like sprucing up the downstairs guest room and moving the eight-pack of Ozarka to the upstairs refrigerator.  It's a crazy system, but it works for Fio.  The second-floor bathroom is almost habitable now, the downstairs guest room is sporting a new mirror and bedside desk (the desk that took Fio and Husband a week of half-hours to construct), and the Ozarka has reached the landing, all without causing undue physical or emotional strain to Fiorella. 

Life is good.