This just about sums up my energetic reserves of late.
(The girl, not the bear.)
I wish I could write adequately in praise of this work, which was one of the most satisfying evenings at the theater I’ve had in aaaaaages. But I’m up to my eyeballs in contractors and electricians and cable guys and utility installations and (actually I think I might have lost my eyeballs amid the cardboard box wreckage), well, anyway, Benjamin Sutton already wrote this.
I hope you’ll read it. Or just take my word for it and get yourself a ticket to this smart, beautiful show, which only runs until Saturday. If you don’t like it, I’ll buy you a metaphorical beer or something.