I break for Beethoven.

WETA is conspiring against me, professionally.
Normally they are a tremendous help. More often than not, they get me through the workday.
But twice already this afternoon they have played pieces that are so beautiful/stirring/heartstring-catching that I can’t work with them in the background. Have to stop working and only listen for a bit.
Albinoni’s Oboe Concerto in D Minor (from the Concertos a Cinque, Opus 9), and now Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 4.
Lalala! (Or more accurately, “La, lalalala, lalalalala-la-la-laaaaaa, dum-dee-dum-dee-dum, dee-deedledy-diddledy-diddledum, dum-dum-duuuum…”)
It’s good, though, really. Because of joy.