It’s been a long day that followed a restless night, and not so much went my way. People were snippy with me, and I was snippy with people, and that’s just generally a recipe for unhappiness.

Then I taught a Harold class, and all that went away. The possibilities, even when you’re working just on opening games, are limitless, electrifying. I know why everyone doesn’t do improv, but I fail to understand why the entire right-brained world is not performing it.