Coffee Ethiopean...Music?

Never heard this piece before--Ah, 'twas Handel, Concerto Grosso #12 (I thought I'd heard 'em all; but I was wrong).  The trouble with getting Handel (heretofore unknown, at that) first thing on your f.m. tuner is it spoils you for anything else--unless you're supremely lucky, as I have been, to find a Haydn symphony (the 'Farewell') on another station immediately afterwards. 'Tanyrate, the sweet and heav'nly things I've just heard (am still hearing) will hover o'er me like a Morning Dream for the rest of what is to be a busy day, distilling sublimity and repose amidst the madding toil and broil, with maybe just a smidgen of contemptuous indifference.  I have found that visualizing the Taj Mahal lowers my blood pressure; while dancing a mental menuet (Forward two steps; back one.  Forward two; back one....) lends grace and suavity to my demeanor.  The same way that staring at the middle of peoples' foreheads gives them the comfortable assurance that you're paying attention to them--a little trick I picked up from Le Misanthrope.