 The Mets or somebody dug in the Mets, the Yankees or some game goes horribly wrong and I yell. That's about it. Otherwise, you don't hear me. You don't hear us. And you generally don't hear the cat on this unless you hear footsteps. The patter of him running around. But in fact, I still am friendly with my landlord. I was just texting him last night. I said, we'll get together and have a frosty beverage and life will go on. So, you know, it's all good.