 I spent a lot of time chopping firewood to get rid of all this energy I had and this feeling that I was a failure. And by the end of the winter, I didn't have firewood. I had toothpicks. I mean, I chopped every single piece of firewood. I didn't have a piece of firewood bigger than my thumb, I don't think. So I get it. I can relate to it for sure. And then, you know, God bless her. She says that she gets angry and angry.