God's Daughter and the Boston Red Sox

First, the curse is broken. I believe it has been 86 years! 86 YEARS. To be honest, I only watched the last inning. Sorry they couldn't have celebrated in Boston, but I am sure they will receive a warm welcome when they return.

I saw Abingdon's, God's Daughter last night. Very well done. My friend, Peter, plays a man struck with Alzheimer's. He is touching, funny, sad...a truly wonderful performance. All the mooshymishymosh aside... My favorite moment of the play involves a squirrel (not actually seen onstage, but in my mind he looked something like this):

I was telling Jul this (my pal and the dramaturg on the show) and she asks me which part I like best:
"A squirrel came into my room last night and sat on my face." "And he believes that squirrels and ... Lutherans are trying to kill him." "The squirrel came back last night. The one that sits on my face. He brought friends. He's a sneaky one. The Lord says something about that, the Lord says something about that..." The squirrel has an arc, baby.

And yes, he does have an arc. Wow, he totally has an arc. I respond that I like all of those moments, but especially the first one. That is when our friend is introduced after all. I have said it once and I'll say it again: You cannot go wrong with squirrels. Seriously. They are just automatically funny. Much like children and dogs. Anyhoo, The Times was there, so I hope for a good review, and one that hopefully (if the critic has any brains) mentions the brilliance of "the squirrel."