1 novembre dellanno di nostro Signore 1779

A small pathetic discovery was made this day. I have been looking for my journal for nearly a week and I have solved the mystery.

Cece was found passed out in my wine cellar this morning after being absent for the same time as my journal.

Seems she had pilfered my journal and while reading its lurid contents fortified herself with my best wine. And worse in a drunken stupor decided to write down in my journal her visions of what she was seeing around her!

Something about a Danza Macabra, mass hysteria and haunted spirits taking over the island. When finally roused from her debauched state she ran screaming to the church, madly crossing herself. She threw open the church doors screaming, "Save me Lord I'm a good woman!" and sprawled on the cold church floor praying for 5 hours.

Poor loon has missed a glorious few days on the island. The weather temperate, surrounded by friends.

And, without her cooking, I havent eaten this well in months!