 He's running around the yard cutting. He's got the little blinking lights on. He's cutting the grass through. It doesn't matter what the weather is. Nothing sold him back. We got a name for him, Gary the Automower. I don't know why the kids came up with that back when we got it. And sure enough, this morning, he was hung up in high grass that had not been cut in a week or so. Same spot I pulled him out yesterday, but he's back at it this morning. Hopefully, he's still moving at 909 Noble Road.