Sometimes, not very often, a single image can lift my whole day.  I read this one on the way to work last week.  The hero is just out of the shower and combing his hair:

This comes from Boris Vian's L'écume des Jours​- ​​​ and the photo below is of the pianocktail the same character uses to mix his drinks.  Each note corresponds to a liquor or flavour and playing a piece will compose the cocktail.  In the book the machine is not quite perfected.  The player has to hold back on the fortissimo pedal or risk getting far too much egg in his drink.  I saw the pianocktail earlier today at the Salon du Livre de Paris.

My place in pseud's corner is assured because I won't provide a translation and because the sentence I quoted is more important to me than what I have to do in my working life.