Harry Potter’s Aunt Petunia is half-buried in the Earth. But hey, who isn’t? That, I’d say, is a fair reduction of Samuel Beckett’s 1961 Happy Days, a not-quite-monologue for a middle aged woman who is stuck in a rut, though really it seems to be more of a pool of slow-acting quicksand. And the woman playing The Woman — actually, she has a name; it’s Winnie — in the National Theatre of Great Britain…

If you’re anything like this writer, the last big election returns “party” you went to turned into a vast pit of sorrow and despair you’d like not to repeat. Or maybe you joyously tossed balloons and toasted champagne at your party’s continuing reign. Either way, the fate of the next two years of our country is being decided and you need a place to go tonight to watch, with trepidation and a beer, as the…