 I can't think of the name of the town that we were nearby out watching the Army blow stuff up, taking observations for them. And I think it was 112, 113. Oh, nice. Because we were spinning a psychrometer. Oh, well, yeah. Actually take readings. And so, yeah, it was somewhere in that neighborhood. And it was amazing because you get in the high deserts like that. You can literally have frost in the morning and like 110 in the afternoon. The swings are so bizarre. A psychrometer? Yeah.