It was a perfect Los Angeles night. I did a show that ended on a high, beautiful note. We drove around afterward in the sensuous Hollywood evening perfumed by night jasmine with the top of the Jag down to fetch a sinfully melty philly chicken cheese steak sandwich. Now I'm languishing in the moody light of our home watching The Dresden Files and Real Time With Bill Maher, that night jasmine wafting in through the screen door.

Life honestly doesn't get much better than nights like this one. I feel very satisfied.

Our final performance was lightening in a bottle. It was by far the best show we've done and I think we all relished it. Even the stories we were telling before hand in the dressing room were tales I'll always carry with me. Everything about the evening simply clicked into place as if it were always meant to be. I spent part of my time off stage texting back and forth with Reverend Tommy Gunn who was over doing his show, since I couldn't drop in. I felt part of the world in a meaningful way while also getting to finish doing something I've wanted to be part of since I first read the play. It's tremendous that I can say that about many things at this point in my life. I've checked off a number of dreams or deep desires from my list.

I feel very accomplished. It won't last. I'll start craving and desiring in a month or so. But for now, I'll enjoy it.