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Sunday, 10.6.2001
The night was terrible.
Sweating, chills, massive headaches, cold toes, a tight bladder, metabolism in full swing and absolutely confused dreams. It can't have been the grappa ghosts - I suspect that the many coughs of the ailing master chef into the various pots while preparing the famous dinner messed up my system. But there was also a very nice dream section, with a pretty woman who radiated warmth and contentment and absolute unity and made me feel very comfortable. Unfortunately, it was far too short.
The weather is cloudy, occasionally it drizzles - a day for lazing around, the Lord's day. "Repair" the toaster early in the morning.
A very spicy lunch due to too many peperoncini brings warmth back into the lazy body in the afternoon, a hot shower brings further strength - the adjustment phase is slowly over.
In the evening we fall into Hans from Weitra's "trap": La Trappola in Pieveasciata - always worth a visit (or several). However, it doesn't get any cheaper.
Arriving home a little after midnight, the sober chauffeur deftly opens the firmly locked front door for his passengers - now I'm considering opening a repair and unlocking service.
It was a good day, hopefully the night will be the same.