DOCTOR. Time's a-wasting. There's only so much cocoa. That's my philosophy.
NURSE. You can't go wrong with a philosophy like that. Also, "Don't get sick in Europe," someone once told me. (To Man.) You need a hat. And hurry. We're going to light some sparklers. (Nurse and Doctor exit.)
WOMAN. Let's stay. I've seen a sparkler before.
MAN. Okay. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
WOMAN. Are you thinking about when I burned my hand one year on New Year's Eve?
WOMAN. Then no.
MAN. You look pretty.
WOMAN. Maybe I am pretty.
MAN. That would explain it.
WOMAN. I don't want to miss everything. I really don't. I like everything.
MAN. Me neither. (Pause.) I meant to yell.
WOMAN. (Pause.) Name a season.
WOMAN. Name another.
WOMAN: We were made for each other.
MAN: Name an animal.
WOMAN: The otter.
MAN: Name another.
WOMAN: No thanks.
MAN: We were.
WOMAN: Can we go be alone somewhere?
MAN: Both of us?
MAN: I know just the place.
MAN: I don't know I've just heard people say that before.
- THE FLU SEASON by Will Eno
Eric is a good good friend, for sending this in a time of need. I don't want to jinx it, but my fog may be lifting. Or maybe it's just that I always feel better in the morning than, say, at 3:00. My coffee tastes good and I'm looking forward to making up a play about the circus in a couple hours.