 Now, right now in New York City where you sit, it's a humid 78 degrees. That's not a big deal. I was just back there visiting relatives a couple of weeks ago. And, yeah, I mean, it was warm. It was humid. But, boy, I'll tell you what. As I used to call it, the humidity is one thing. But, boy, I don't care if it's dry heat or out of an oven. In Las Vegas, it's 120. Holy Toledo, that's hotter than a red hot dice table, Frank. Yeah.