I got to spend an hour with our friend Tracy Nicole today, whose mom won another in a series of Mary Kay cars. We talked about all kinds of things as we waited in her mom’s front yard for the car to arrive. Tracy is a singer-songwriter, and Abby and I really like her music. While we were talking, Abby called to tell me her baby mouse for her computer at work died, and could I go by Staples and buy her another one. When I got off the phone, Tracy said we were “precious,” which is probably true. She told me she couldn’t sleep last night and wrote seven new songs, the lyrics to which she showed me, and they were really nice.