Oh. How's today's post?
I don't know. What say I write it?
Today we mostly shopped. For reasons I can't explain we ended up apportioning an astonishing amount of money to our personal gift monies on this trip. To put it bluntly, I have 600 Euros to buy myself a keepsake. In this context it's a weirdly huge amount of money, too large to squander, too small to buy just anything. As my wife peruses the cashmere I peruse everything like I am some sort of prince: little is out of my reach, but I may be too bored by it to buy anything. Yes, Rome is exquisite enough for me, but are the shops? Why don't you people sell any Caravaggios here?
We had a cheese plate tonight, and a lot of wine. Generally speaking I am at all times here one of three things: On a caffeine high. Drunk(ish). Or faintly ill but soldiering on. I'm not sure cheese isn't a drug too. It lasts while it's in your mouth, and for something that good, it's long enough.