 It's a great day. An old man who lived across the road from Sue and I in Hamilton, he taught me that. His name was Alec. And no matter, he walked with a stick some of the time and he was like a grasshopper trying to walk across the street to buy his newspaper. But every day I would see him and say, how are you doing today, Alec? He'd say, hey son, it's a great day. It's a great day when you get your feet over the end of the bed. And Caleb,