Sulking

As it says on the label. The small fry would like us to come out to play but we say nay because...well, you name it, we got it. The young Moon says “It’s all your fault, you ghastly cunts…”. The GCs in question are The Usual Suspects. May they perish horribly and spend several eternities in repulsively bespoke Sheols.
However... see Solstice doodle. ;-)