Did I tell you, or did I tell you? I might be wrong, but my optical nerves tell me that it is, right now, 9:22 AM, Central Time. Is that correct? Is it, readers? Because my eyes do not lie. You're welcome, everyone.
On a side note, I've noticed that the pattern of Hugh's sweater appears to be manipulating the laws of physics to make it not change or halt the endless wave of plaid no matter which way you rumple it. I can only conclude that this is some bizarre aperture in the space-time continuum, formed when Hugh decided to wear something I'm too lazy to draw correctly. BOOM, CANONIZED.