Peak Experience

My prediction for the day turned out to be eerily accurate. There I was at 9.30 this morning enjoying the cup that cheers more than somewhat down in SAC. To add an extra layer of delight I was listening to Macca's very fine Egypt Station (which had made the playlist on yesterday's journey from Melaka) with a specific focus, aided by my ear-buds, or whatever they call them, on some surpassingly excellent basslines. Of course, the day could only go downhill thereafter, but what a peak, eh?