Other important things to note:
I saw a miniature cowbell near the foot pegs of someone's Vespa, parked outside the restaurant.
There was lightning last night.
I love the wine cellar. Absolutely love it. It's calm and quiet, and organized. The bottles are just waiting to be helpful - waiting for that moment when, in a frenzy, they are precisely the correct answer to the question. I love the process of memorizing where each bottle is tucked away, the most popular labels come more easily: La Contrada - take an immediate right, in the back corner, on top; Ticinello (not Tiginello) - second right, just past midway down the aisle on the right-hand side; Sinfonia - straight-ahead, stacked in a small carton, just above eye-level.
I could go on-and-on. I could write an ode to the wine cellar. I imagine I could also hide down there if I really run-out of cleaning opportunities upstairs. But not yet. That's taking things a bit too quickly.
Oh, and I got 10.5 hours of sleep last night.
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