Nana was a force de la monde and her offspring carried that non-defeatist gene through man-up-pause and words flow from this lightweight Logitech like a faucet supercedes a farah. Champions mean just that but downing the crepes like they're Cheerios is an acquired maturation.
The answer, my friends, is evening shadows make me blew blue but daylight demands the BIG effort so here it comes: Feeling almost normal as long as you accept reticence as a mollifier. The most notable thing we're doing this 20XXIII is anticipate the improvement even if it moves so slo-owly.
Did you ever wake up and kiss that person sleeping beside you and feel like you are the luckiest person on the planet? I did and now I can't fly Southwest ever again. You can't shit your pants if you aren't wearing any.