Monday. The day all the "stuff" gets done. Luckily, it's a beautiful day, and I have a gorgeous nine-month-old daughter to spend it with. My wife, Jenn Thompson, and I adopted our little girl Naomi right smack dab in the middle of a crazy theater season. I ended my run in Our Town on a Thursday night...flew to Addis Abbaba the next day and returned home two weeks later on a Saturday night to start rehearsals on Monday for Enron. With jet-lag, a new baby, and all of the craziness of rehearsal to come..there was little rest for the weary. Rinse and repeat until opening. And then closing. So these days of rest are welcome and very, very needed. My haircut is still very stuck in the late 90's of Enron. So what's better than getting some time to walk around Brooklyn with your family and smell the roses...and pick up the laundry...and grocery shop? Nothing. While the rest of the world scoffs at sad old Monday, we creatures of the eight-show week live for it. Tonight I'm toying with the idea of taking in a movie at home on the couch with some take-out while the wife is at a Salon show for The Actors Company Theater where she is Associate Producer. However, Naomi keeps making motions that she wants me to take her to see "Babies." We'll have to see.