Chicken Dance
About two years ago, I produced a show called “Shortening the Distance.”  It was about an hour and a half long, an dit consisted of a heaping handful of one-act plays I’d written.  The exact number is either nine or twelve, depending on whether you wanted to view one of the pieces as one play presented in parts, or several very short pieces to connect the longer plays. Irrelevant detail.  But I get hung up on it every time I talk about the show.  Some part of me thinks numbers are important.  Unfortunately, it isn’t the same part of me that reaches for my wallet every time I want a Red Bull. Anyway, one more reason to love my wife is

What’s Brewing
As always happens when I go a while without posting a blog, I have a great many things I can be writing about, and in the face of that I find myself thinking, ironically, “What on earth do I have that I can write about?”  Often when I ask that, I have to look back over my entries to see what I’ve been saying in here, to make sure I don’t repeat myself.  So today I did that, and my first response was shock that it’s been so long.  Last time I posted was the afternoon of my birthday, before I went to work that night.  Work that night was terrible, by the way, a real spirit-breaker.  But it was the only downside of a good day, and the nex

Halfway to Old
Today I’m 35. I’m celebrating it by working tonight, after a rousing morning of grand jury service! No worries, though – Elle has some big super secret plans for me tomorrow night, and my Facebook has been a Niagra Falls of birthday wishes, which is awesome.  And since I’m working on my birthday, maybe the chef will bring out a round of free desserts for the staff today.  A birthday boy can hope. I comfort myself that I am not falling apart in my old age, no matter how much I sometimes want to say I am.  Yesterday, in an unprecedentedly long run, I crossed the George Washington Bridge to Jersey and back.  It’s a longer bri

On My Own
This is my first time blogging from the bedroom – Elle is in the …um, the living room/kitchen/den/entertainment room/guest room/non-bedroom, with her castmates, running lines for the play she ’s in that opens at the end of the month.  The castmates were our dinner guests – I got to play house husband today, being entertaining while Elle did the cooking.  We’ve been switching off with cooking-for-company duties, and tonight she took it on since it was her idea. Being in the bedroom blogging is my idea.  It’s my self-imposed exile, both so I can catch up on some writing and so I don’t ruin the surprise of hearing Elle’s s