A sweet moment in a week where nothing went the way it was supposed to. Trips were canceled, plans postponed, elbows were burned baking, feelings were hurt, pages went unturned, toddler flew off scooter, too many calls from student loan sharks, bank account emptied. But at least there were records, my forever outfit, and my Banjo. Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis has been stuck in my head for days since. It’s the little things right?