This is Florence country. In case we haven’t been clear on that point up until now.
The rumors are true. (All of them are true this time, strangely enough. Every last one.) Namely that she’s traded in the baroque machine for something a little more soulful. Yet there’s no mistaking those lungs, and no, there isn’t any known device built to shorten the time between now and October 28. Nor is there a holistic means guaranteed to let the disquieted sleep the remaining 25 days away. You’ll just have to white-knuckle it alongside the rest of us.