Errands, Donald Trump, and WHEN THE HEART SPEAKS

The third time was the charm.  On her first try, Fio discovered she had left her credit card at home.  On the second try, she discovered she'd left her bank deposit at home.  On her third try, she bought two shirts at Dress Barn, deposited the insurance check, and drove down to HEB to pick up some groceries. Missions accomplished.  Yeah, Fiorella stays the course.
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Donald Trump is vulgar, but apparently that's what his fans like about him.
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Fiorella is still sailing along on the book--about ten pages a day of deep revisions. Bodes well for being finished by the end of the month--maybe.

A Blessing!

Fiorella visited the bank again yesterday so now she knows how to say "thank you" in Arabic:  shukrahn:  The first syllable is pronounced like English "shook" and the second syllable is pronounced like the nickname for Ronald except that the "r" is rolled.

Fio is in ecstasy!  God is good!

Venting

Scream, scream, scream,  crash, bang!  Fio is having another breakdown.  Anger and frustration is the name of the game.  The bank has her credit score wrong, and she wants to sell more books.  After stomping around for a while last night, she sat down and emailed Friend Claire for information about promotions, then emailed the bank about the incorrect credit score.  This morning she awoke with a promotion idea or two herself.

And, on the side, she's working on the house and writing the third book, the novella.

Pray for her.  She prays for you.