It is cold. And it keeps snowing. And I know that we need the moisture. But man: I am ready for some warmth and sunshine and flowers. I want to ride my bike. With abandon.

Here’s a scene from today:

Good god. It’s mid-April. Enough already.

Last week: my show opened. It is a really good show that I am proud of. You should see it, probably.

Today my mother was supposed to arrive from Texas to stay a few days and see the play. She hasn’t seen me in a play since 2001. But her flight was canceled in Dallas and the gate agents for American Airlines were so rude that they made her cry in the airport. When I think about my mother crying in the airport it makes me really angry. She canceled her trip and flew back home. They made her pay for a return flight, even though they didn’t cancel her flight to Denver until she was already in Dallas. My conclusion: I am sick of American Airlines – and American corporations in general – and their motherfuckery.

It continued to snow in Boulder. I cried in my office because I really wanted my mom to see the show.

I was meeting with my accountant Monday morning when bombs started going off in Boston. This is my accountant’s dog on tax day:

I am getting a refund for the first time in several years. Turns out: being in theatre is not very lucrative. I should have gotten a job working for American Airlines, being a dick to middle-aged women who just want to see their daughters in plays.

When I got home the bombing was all over the news. I went to college in Boston – it was the first place I ever lived away from my family – and I have a lot of friends there. They are all fine. They are shaken up, but fine.

I wonder if they will ever catch the person or people who did this. I find the modern era exhausting in most respects.

Tomorrow we’re talking about Angels in America. Do they exist? I have my doubts. I have my hopes.

Last night I had a dream and everyone was in it: everyone.