This morning I attended a country church which, of course, was very different from what I am used to. The people were friendly and many hugged me. This was communion Sunday. Their custom was unlike any that I had ever experienced. The deacons stood at the front of the aisles and everyone walked up there to be served. There really is no right or wrong way to serve it; it is just a matter of custom or tradition.
This afternoon I checked my e-mails and tried several times to get to my trip journal; but there was a system problem of some sort. I decided to play Scrabble for a while and then try again. I was happy to discover that the system was back up this evening.