Overwhelmed by the Latter

There are things Fiorella wants to do and things she needs to do, and the latter always takes precedence. Somehow, she thought it would be different as an adult. Who knew she would be working on the yard instead of taking Spanish lessons? Taking care of the house instead of painting portraits? Figuring out family finances instead of writing poetry? Dealing with various repairs and construction instead of lolling in a hammock? Handling family crises rather than writing books?

Is there no relief?

HB, Sonia!

Happy birthday, Sonia Dog!

Yes, baby dog is four years old today--twenty-eight in human years--and she's settled down into a lovely young lady.  Chasing after the deer doesn't interest her as much these days, and she can be trusted outside the house without a leash.  In fact, if we leave the back gate open, she just circles around to the front porch and lies down on the welcome mat until someone lets her in.

But she's still wary of visitors until Husband and I indicate all is well.  We take care of her and she takes care of us.

Late NIghts

Ah, for the leisurely life of the writer--or the leisurely life Fiorella THOUGHT writers had. Now that she's about to become a professional on the national level, she's staying up way too late with a laptop across her knees.

Your Fio has been a professional writer for a long time, penning news stories and features for local newspapers and magazines who paid her a mere pittance for her labors.  Now she hopes to crash the big-money scene.

If she can stay awake.