Just a typical Monday morning here in Tuscany for a man of leisure. It's a foggy morning following a rather rainy day, but some rain must fall upon the olive groves to produce all that oil. Hmm, how does that work? Jet lag is still a drag; the chianti is a quite uplifting as a counterpoint. Today's major activity will be to explore the shopping and foraging upon the local fare. Ah, the troops have begun to appear and the fruit, boiled eggs, cheese, and prosciutto are beginning to disappear. TPP is truly concerned about those of you who must work today. Sympathies are extended. Now for another cup of coffee. Ciao.