 All right, Camille, go back to lunch. I'm so sorry to take you away. Yes, I know. I'm trying. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Blame me. It's not her. Go back to doing your duties. It's not me. No, it's not you. It's me. I appreciate your time. I know you're busy. Best of luck for you tomorrow. Anytime. I'll try and catch your eye as you walk down the parade route tomorrow, but I know you'll be crazed, and maybe you won't even recognize me. You'll be sitting there going, oh, what? Stop it. Stop it. I hope everyone says hello.