 Every day. Friday, we didn't have a game. They were there. Okay. And I miss you. You were passing as I was coming in. But one of the young ladies made sure that they had something really, really nice. Mom went way out. The chocolate-covered strawberries, the cookies, the pretzels. And I thought that was awesome. So we need to celebrate small victories. I think so much in life we overlook stuff, and then we want to jump on something big. But every victory should be counted.