 And I was stricken by pain and fear. I immediately dropped the laundry basket, slid down the stairs to the landing. It's a Saturday. I'm home by myself. I think I'm having a heart attack. That's what I think. I think I'm having a heart attack. And I'm going to either die right here on the landing. That's going to be unfortunate when number one fan comes home. Or I'm going to survive and I'm never going to be able to eat red meat again.