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Good morning, John. Why did I have an exciting middle of the night, you know, 4, 4.45. You know, we have to go downstairs and take care of business. You know, 81 years old. I mean, once or twice a night is not too bad. However, I use, there's a hanging on thing in the shower just in front of me. Between the throne and the tub. And I usually hang on to that as a position. A position to do what you have to do. And right down below that is an antique little brass hook. I guess it's been used since 1928 when Alice was built to hang a back brush. Yeah, but it's got a little hook. It's not about the size of your thumbnail. But it's very, very sharp. And wouldn't you know it, as I was sitting down, my left hand ran across this thing and tore at least two plus inches down the, alongside my little finger. Whatever you call that part of your hand. My God, it was cutting. It was getting all over the tub and all over the sink. And I had to wake my darling wife up to help me. I was holding it, you know, pressure against it to stop the bleeding. We had the cowl holding together a bunch of bandage and tape and stuff to keep pressure on it. And oh my God, what an adventure that was. And here's the funny thing. That very same sharp little hook poked me about two weeks ago. And in a similar situation, and it was all healed up. It was just a little bitty, you know, the scab about ready to fall off. And so you'd be allowed to use your hand in a hundred percent. But oh my God, this was really something. I mean, we had to hold the pressure to stop the bleeding and then wrap it up as tight as I can wrap it up. This is masking tape of all things and some gauze and stuff. But it's holding. I can't type. I mean, I won't be able to type until I can take that bandage off. But oh my God, what an adventure. It doesn't hurt too bad. Oh, and so Donna said, are you going to take that hook out of there? She poked you twice. Twice. I said, oh, maybe. And seven GWG.