Actually, bird shit. As I was describing a crispy lamb belly dish to my first table last night, a bird crapped on my head. I felt something cold and wet land in my hair with enough weight not to be a water droplet. I clapped my hand to my head, stunned. The people I was waited on all went "oooooooooooohhhh man!" but I cheered, "A GOOD OMEN!" And I think it was.
We have moved into our new house- we are stealing internet from someone else and the signal is spotty. I will give a better update when things settle down a little bit around here.