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I am here, I am here, I am here, I am here, I am here. Yes, Horton hurts me sometimes. Um, and generally well, this morning, for instance, I woke up. And that's always a pleasant surprise. Oh gosh, what did I do? I had a writing class, but I didn't write anything. I just took some notes. And I just was just, well, just starting to scramble to write some thoughts down into bullet points. And um, and it was, I mean, I was so thoughtful. The, our prompts, the reading, it was long. It was about, I don't know, about seven minutes, eight, nine minutes long. And uh, and I, we only had thirty minutes to write. And I couldn't get started. I mean, I could have scrambled something out in a few minutes, but it wouldn't have been a whole essay or anything. By the way, there's a brass band playing outside. And I'm looking out, I'm moving my microphone so I don't get off mic. Sometimes I forget. My figure eight microphone. I hear them. Brass instruments being played. Unfortunately I can't get up. There they are. Well, of course you can also hear I've got Oregon Trail Sound. Let me turn this off. Listen to this. I don't know. Let you even hear that. So I should stop talking. There's nothing I can do with this background. Anyway, so, uh, and I don't know who they are. They're like a punk brass band. You know, they look like punks, but they play brass instruments in the middle of, well, in the evening at Capitol Hill. Oh, on Veterans Day, on the 11th, the Veterans Choir are going to be, we're going to be singing and performing at Pierce, Seattle. A nice long half hour set. And I guess we start singing at about 1pm, about 13 hours. 33, Rebecca and all my YLs and all the numbers that all my house KX, DCW, Jonah and Broadway back in that.