Sunday, January 26, 2003:
After Caitlin’s sacrament meeting talk that she pulls of with her particular panache, I spend the rest of the meeting playing with the indescribably charming Claire out in the foyer. She takes drinks, plays with babies, gets biscuits from babies’ dads, runs around in circles and smiles with great sunnyness. It sounds like someone’s pitching brimstone inside the chapel; this sermon out here is much more edifying.