It's Saturday. Griffin beat me at chess this morning before I had to take Berit to the first of the performances of her Christmas play.

"Break a leg," I told her, as she and Peyton leapt from the car.

"I will," she said," tell Griffin to break a leg at basketball."

"No... actually that would be bad."

Pam said the play was hilarious, and Griffin didn't break a leg at basketball, so it was a success all around. Griffin and Grant are here capturing the cats with blankets and bringing them repeatedly into the basement. This despite my meek protests.

Rowan and Pam just got home from wherever they went after the play. They have a burrito for me. I have to go.