I'm a little low, folks. And I shouldn't be. I'm experiencing a spring break, when I haven't had one of those in over 10 years, and so I'm upset that I'm not enjoying that. Let's...I don't know. Let's say nice things. Or dance. Or tell jokes. Or...someone rub my temples and pat my hair and tell me everything will be ok. It's funny how those things done to us as children can still be appropriate many, many years after we're no longer children, eh? And if any of you are feeling in a funk, consider YOUR hair patted, too. 'There, there. Everything will be fine.'