 You'd never think it. And Anna, this ain't real sailor job. This ain't real boat on sea. She's just old tub, little piece of land with house on it that float. Job on her ain't sea job. No, no. I don't get job on sea, Anna, if I die first. I swear that when your mother die, I keep my word by Gingo. Well, I can't see no difference. Speaking of being sick, I've been there myself. Just out of the hospital two weeks ago. You, Anna?