Today was like this: work forever, little sleep and too much coffee, then running around on a fruitless apartment quest. At home demoralized and exhausted I decided to snap the hell out of it. Put on nicer clothes. Go for a walk. Holy shit is that Monk I hear? A trio is playing Well You Needn’t to an empty coffee shop. They ask me what I want to hear then play every standard I love. Gave me the name of a shop that can fix my keyboard and offered to trade jazz lessons for classical - I haven’t been able to afford lessons from a good teacher forever. Thanks, universe. Needed that.