I hear voices from my cubiculum where I was resting in for an afternoon nap. No afternoon delight this afternoon, plus I have not teased out who or where to find the "right and discreet" people for that yet.

Alcaeus, peeks his head in. "Domina, a delivery from a friend and a note."

I stretch and walk into the atrium where the light is better and read the sweet note. "Table oil, lamp oil, olives, and even Epityrum! And I am not yet established to sing his praises to any clients, patrons or friends. Well once we have settled in we must invite him and his brother when he is in from Rome to dinner party to repay in kind. Did I sell off that small villa rustica that has lovely grapes? Hmm, I did. Well, I'll figure out some suitable return in generosity. Sextus Furius Maximus. Lovely. Please, Alcaeus, is the messenger still there? Of yes of course, still unloading the amphore of table oil. Tell him to wait.. I'll compose a short thank you. Plese fetch my inks and parchment."