 Sure. And it's completely a gut feeling. Like Trump. We trust our guts. Oh, speaking of my gut. Good Lord. Coming off a vacation week, eating like a hog. The scale, very cruel. Then I go on the road for a week. Right. And I'm thinking, I've got to start eating better. Then it dawns on me. I've got a family reunion coming up. And then the convention in Chicago. You might as well just order a rag on a stick now. Oh, yeah. Because I thought you were going to be washing yourself soon. Sweatpants and XXXLT.