Good Mourning Malaysia...

I'm alone on the leather seats at HUSH. They smell of expensive Cuban cigars and the table I'm at is supposed to be reserved. But the manager kindly let me have it. "Sit anywhere you want." he said. I'm waiting for my boss who happens to part own HUSH as well.

The boss is rushing all over the place. He's squeezed in some time before he's due for a flight to go over some stuff. I just had a great lunch at Tea for Two with ...

I feel a little sad, nonetheless, and I can't trace the source of this melancholy. Could it be the weather? The incessant rain? (But I like incessant rain). Could it be the two deaths that have taken place in the space of a day? But neither person was close to me and I really don't care. Was it the thought of death itself hovering over the people I actually love? (There being no armour against fate and such...)

Could it be the sentimental easy listening at HUSH which takes me back to earlier times and makes me feel a little sad?

Baby come back
any kind of fool could see
there was something
in everything about you...

Right.