 Listen, I'm not looking for your pity, but if you wanted to give it to me today, I would take it. I have COVID right now, meaning my lungs are trash. I walk five steps, I can't breathe. So I'm sitting at my breakfast table, my leg is off, my dogs are playing in the backyard. They start barking at 6 a.m. This is weird and unacceptable. I look outside, there's a large deer approaching my fence. The louder they bark, the closer it gets. It peeks its head over the fence. It starts trying to jump into my backyard to get at my 65 and 85 pound dog that are clearly intent on eating it. So this is some kind of Chuck Norris deer looking for a fight. I call them, they're not coming in. So I am forced to hop across my large backyard with COVID, meaning I can't breathe. To drag away my large dogs from the fence to save their lives, I'm a hero is what I'm saying. By the time I get in, I can't breathe. I sit on the floor for a solid five minutes in self pity, obviously. What I'm trying to say here is we'll be working on a recall training as soon as I can breathe again. And also if my neighbors saw that, God, it must have made their day.