Buckle up, this rendition is age appropriate. The allure of transporting has faded. The attraction to shows, to events, has dissolved and that's a warning sign. Big whup, It's actual. All the guff about flu, shootings and deranged publica aside, home base is more cherry than the surprises awaiting outside the gate. It's like that Gotti family guy who faked dementia in his pajamas so he couldn't be broken down by interrogation. He knew what he was avoiding and I get it. So maybe it's a good act if competency ever comes into question to imagine the PJs and feign agoraphobia to knock down those transport requests.

Anybody who desperately desires declension is the last person you'd ever want to declensh with.