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Happy New Year!

 Friends,

Happy new year (and, technically, still Friday). As many of you know, my household has a peculiar way of ringing-in the new year. We build effigies representing the old year and burn them at midnight. This year, although we made the tough call of canceling the accompanying annual party, I felt it was important to go ahead with the burning. The theme, of course, was CoVid. My kids and I developed a dozen mutations of the virus and staged them in our backyard. Then, at a quarter ‘till midnight, we proceeded to read the old year’s last will and testament (or, as might be expected for a year like this, an un-will and un-testament). Shortly thereafter they were summarily burned. We then proceeded to stay up way past my bedtime (which in part helps explain the unusual tardiness of my weekly note). In any event a couple of donuts and a day of rest have got me back to my old self. By the way, I’ve posted a public video of the Facebook live stream event on Facebook. Key markers on the video: will 2:40 - 9:00 min mark; burning starts at 16:15 minute mark. Also for any of you with the time and inclination to read the thirty stanzas of 2020’s last un-will and un-testament, I posted them in the video description.

Happy Friday!



Viruses in order of appearance on the un-will
1. Wuhan Covid
2. Colorized Covid 1
3. Colorized Covid 2
4. Corona Virus
5. TP Covid
6. 5G Covid
7. BLM Covid
8. Maradona Covid
9. Connery Covid
10. VanHalen Covid
11. Wildfire Covid (not pictured)
12. Unus Annum Covid (not pictured)
13-19 Flat screen containing: Flash, Election, Unemployment, Murder Hornet, Olympics, Covid and Vaccine Covids (not pictured)


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