 I don't mind Milwaukee. It's 70 degrees every day. I don't want to be trapped here another day. I want to go home to my own bed. If I have to schlep my bags for nine miles one more time, I'm going to heave. I mean, this has been a long, long week. It's been a gratifying week. But, again, like I like to say, I'm too old for this crap. Can I ask you something? No, you first. No, no. That's why I want to end on a serious note. But go ahead. You ask.