Shame is just benign neglect. We're not starting out as a jerk off yawn-inducer just for kix. Let's say there's an issue:
STFU

Oh, if life was THAT simple. We're in the Christmas Season but it feels like Lay-Low, Tonto but I just have to put this shit into written-words, so, sorr-ry. 2022 is not so much about decorating and visiting and exchanging cool gifts - - - not quite yet. But getting to this point health-wise can't happen without the added need to say words about what could be the status this year. Let's skip the rah-rah stuff, have a beverage, view the outside from outside and just enjoy instead of worry. Sounds simple but if a pity-trip is bigger than the grateful feeling that fills the room, we need to re-investigate the issue of kissin' 80, matey - - this ain't Haiti, I ain't Warren Beatty, glad I didn't boink Katie and I ain't afraidy.

That's about enough of the pre-wake-up rambling, so Noel, my sweet reader something about peter

Noel.