The day belonged mostly to the house, the ordinary upkeep that leaves little to record but has to be done all the same. As I write this, San Diego and Puebla are still going, the result not yet decided, and I’ve made peace with not knowing how it ends before I set this down. The evening’s real casualty was Super Troopers 2, which I inflicted on my wife with full knowledge of the risk. She has not forgiven me, and I can’t say the verdict is unjust.