Shutting down the Museum for the holiday, back on Monday.
A long, hard year but I'm thankful for many things.
The unwavering and rock solid support of our friends and family and even some strangers when Nancy pulled her fireball stunt.
The confirmation that this hypnotized, terrified, bug-eyed country that I love has taken at least one step out of the tarpit of racism with the election of Obama.
The tenacity of the American theater artists I count as friends and even those I don't. It's hard staying honorable and enthused out there, but every show, every reading, every rehearsal keeps the torch burning, flickering though it may be at times.
The support of the audiences this year (you still got one more date to dance with us, Truth About Santa, don't worry I'll be reminding you soon). Honestly, if you didn't care, we wouldn't be doing it.
Try to take some time for yourself tomorrow.
It's a hard road, but that doesn't mean the sun isn't shining in the fields all around you. Take a second to look around.