The animals know something's up. The Dog hates the suitcases, and the packing. She sat at the bottom of the stairs yesterday and refused to come up while I was jigsaw-puzzling the show into two suitcases and one duffel bag (the spelling doesn't look right to me, either, but then spell check says that "doesn't" is bad, too). Almost certain to be overweight on at least one piece of luggage. Currently trying to imagine how much of the show I can leave behind in Prague.
I have a Ph.D. in Folklore - think "cultural anthropology" and you won't be far off.
I've taught theater. I've directed. I've designed. Sometimes I perform.
I run Bad Soviet Habits, the best fiscal sponsor with the worst name you'll ever find.