Next?

A sunny Sunday morning. What more can you hope for? Ok, well, a Universe of things. But, you know, sometimes a quiet Sunday morning is just enough.  Actually, not so quiet. Playing the Beatles "White Album" (1968) on the box. The pinnacle of Pop. Nothing better. The standard everything else is judged against. Feeling chipper. There is beauty, harmony, good cheer in the air this a.m.  Wonder what happens next?