The old computer I usually work on is screeching like a cat. The fan that keeps it from overheating has given up the ghost. My sermon notes are on it and I’m not sure it will give them up. (I am typing this on the other computer in the house.) Fortunately, my sermon is mostly in my head. My son tells me it’s going to be a good day. I think he is referring to the soccer game he has this afternoon. I, too, will claim it as a good day, despite screeching computers that withhold sermon notes on Sundays when you’ve got to preach in three hours.