 Philip. Once again, that was my first sign that something was up. Nothing ever changes in here in the morning. Again, Chalk rolls in first. He disengages the alarm. I roll in second. We say what up. We go to our respective spaces. We put our heads down. We grind. Except the same, like I said, there's some rando in the control room. And not one of the new dozen or so who keeps showing up day to day. This was off. The energy was off.