Here’s what’s making us happy this week.

This week, your friendly neighborhood Lit Hub staff is feasting on a narrative diet—but not in the stacks you’d expect. October brings fresh appreciation for the time-bound object. I’m talking about the kind of art you can imbibe on your own couch, or in a warm, cozy theatre.

James Folta has been enjoying the live latter. Last night he caught ANON: A Tempest at Our Kitchen Table, a new joint from Anne Washburn—one of our wisest, weirdest dramatists writing today. This new play follows two Texas households that find themselves on opposite sides of a culture war.

But I note the logline doesn’t capture the brilliant dialogue and uncanny spectacle that Washburn is known for. ANON is running off-Broadway at MCC from now until November 1. Dan Sheehan is also headed to the theatre this weekend.

He and his father will be celebrating the Dublin Theatre Festival at a production of Eugene O’Neill’s A Moon for the Misbegotten. O’Neill’s classic following an immigrant Irish family trying to abide in rural Connecticut is ringing in at three hours plus. So our under-slept editor is slightly worried about “disgracing” himself with a snore.

I’m betting that the apparently “unmissable” direction from Garry Hynes will keep things lively. But send stay-awake prayers, just in case. Molly Odintz has no such sleepy trouble.

Inspired by the upcoming high holiday, Simchat Torah, Molly’s “been jamming out to a certain Klezmatics song. And “Simkhes-Toyre” is apparently just as much of a banger as the teenage self remembered. And speaking of celebrations.