Woke at 6 as usual, and got up and got dressed. May have to get another purple dress to wear with lots of gold trimmings, might borrow my sister's one, though, to save money.
Opened the mail and couldn't believe it - yet another German priest denying the Holocaust ever happened, and asking for his ex-communication to be rescinded, or reversed, or whatever the word is. It's hard being both head of the Church and allowing all these Nazis back into their jobs, but somebody's got to do it, I suppose.
Saw a spot of dust on one of my Cannaletto paintings, must tell the Holy Priceless Painting Cleaners to do a better job.
Went to see my opticians in Verona, after an 8-course lunch with wine - I need a new pair of sunglasses, to shield my eyes from the glare from the millions of Euros' worth of gold in St. Peter's.