Freud’s Last Session centers on legendary psychoanalyst Dr. Sigmund Freud, who invites a young, little-known professor, C.S. Lewis, to his home in London. Lewis, expecting to be called on the carpet for satirizing Freud in a recent book, soon realizes Freud has a much more significant agenda. On the day England enters World War II, Freud and Lewis clash on the existence of God, love, sex and the meaning of life – only two weeks before Freud chooses to take his own.

“A juicy intellectual debate,” says one review. This is the description of the play we will attend tonight accompanied by our son and new daughter.

Now does that sound like fun or what? Certainly sounds like it will be good for much conversation before and after. Well, we’re going to get that conversation because Christopher and Elizabeth have Mom and Dad going to the theater tonight to see this live performance followed by what Beth calls a slumber party at their tiny one bedroom apartment in Seal Beach. (I mentioned that I hadn’t been to a slumber party in 50 years and could we have a pillow fight. Beth texted back “B.Y.O.P. — Bring Your Own Pillow.”)

Marti is a little self-conscious about the overnight. She is a high maintenance woman requiring hours of mirror time prior to bed and meeting anyone in the morning. That seems problematic in close quarters, but hey, closeness is next to godliness, isn’t it? Or something like that. I see some future Catches on the horizon.

Here’s what I’m looking forward to: we’re going to be wrenched out of the pressures of everyday living to be with people we love and think and talk about why we live to think and talk. (Well, I don’t want to insist we do that but it has all the earmarks of that kind of evening, doesn’t it?) Isn’t it interesting that it takes art to do this? Art, drama, theater, film, story…  Where would our lives be without these moments to reflect? Where is the life we have lost in living? It’s kind of a shame that it takes something like this to find it again.

I must say I’m thankful to those who put this drama together and made an event of it so that we have to stop what we’re doing and meet it. I’m thankful that they made it good enough to draw attention to it. (Good art makes it official.) I’m thankful to Mr. Freud and Mr. Lewis for giving us something to think and talk about. I’m thankful to my son and new daughter for the idea, and for putting this whole thing together. I’m thankful to you all for a forum in which to write about it. And finally, I’m thankful to God for putting us all on this spinning planet and not telling us everything.