I think it would be highly appropriate to have a New Year's Eve masked ball. No close dancing, of course. Absolutely no tete-a-tetes. Conversations will be conducted from across the room. With a megaphone.
And
no sentimental tidings for a happy and blessed new year, because it
won't be happy or blessed. Next year at this time we'll all be wearing
iron masks, with balls and chains around our ankles.
I'm not trying to be a spoilsport. I'm preparing you for reality.
Note, Comrades:
I posted this last year on New Year's Eve. I'm posting it again because, as usual, my sentiments were right on target.
Keep perpetuating the pandemic panic.
WELCOME OMICRON 2022!!!
Cheers, Jon
