We arrived in New York just in time for the 4th biggest snow storm they’ve ever had, which made everything more difficult, and, for a couple of days afterward, made everything more wet.

This has not stopped us from getting out to see the sights.

But so far my favourite piece of art has been this impromptu work, seen on the High Line.

Our audiences for the show have been pitifully small so far (the weather is one factor in this, no doubt), but growing, and hopefully that will continue. Sarah and I got home tonight to find this review, which was a pleasant surprise, and even moreso when I realized that it was written by a reviewer who sat in the quietest (and second smallest) audience I have ever had. Playing to an unresponsive house can really make you question what you’ve got – weren’t there jokes in here? I’m sure I wrote some jokes. I mean, people have laughed at it before, but maybe they were just thinking of funny things that happened to them earlier? – so it’s nice to have reassurance that even in a dead house you might still be getting through.