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Last night we went to Navy Pier to see Amadeus at Chicago Shakespeare. It's pretty strange to sit in the audience there, five years after having worked there as a freelance electrician. It feels like some other lifetime that I was climbing ladders, lifting lights, and living that lifestyle. And yet five years is not really all that long of a time.

The show was very good, more humorous than I remembered it being (is it scary that I tried to spell "humorous" as in funny as "humerus" as in "the arm bone"?) . The acting was very good, and it brought up a lot more to think about than I had expected. Much more discussion of good and evil, and the role of God in human lives.

In other news, ehs has gotten trapped in two different labyrinth/journey books at once. He was reading "House of Leaves," but decided to start "Kafka on the Shore" before we saw it at Steppenwolf. Well, we saw it on Tuesday, so now he's partway through both of them. It's an interesting juxtaposition to make with those two, but what I mostly notice is that even still I can't discuss "House of Leaves" before bedtime without getting a cold shiver down my spine.