Forgive my tone but I’m a little down tonight on account of all the above. But as I reflect on 2021 as a supremely miserable year of plague and pestilence, with its exhausting chronology of ye can't do thises and ye can't do thats - I suppose I can't really blame myself!
And though we'll all awake tomorrow with this annus horribilis as a mere memory, we'll still have a brand new unknown to confront. Which is little comfort.
But, for good or for bad my friends, that's the way the dice have fallen and tonight is our time to reflect and to look forward in that context. Tonight is the night where our endings and our beginnings cross swords and we've no choice but to participate in the joust and place our bets accordingly!
My ole pal Charles Lamb wrote, 200 years ago now, that this exact time of year is the one "from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.”
As such, we've little choice but to do the same. (and add Eve to Adam!)
... which, I presume, is to wipe the slate clean and to focus our minds on deciding what it is we want to do in 2022 tempered by the constraint of what we need to do to stay out of harm's way. The skies are no longer our limit any more, on account of the restrictions, so we need to rely, more than ever, on our wisdom and on moderation to achieve our dreams.
Which is probably no bad thing, because as you can see from the picture, the sky is on fire anyway!
Just a thought.
Just a thought.
And not my main point - which is to raise another "cup of the generous" and propose a toast to you, one and all - my ole segotias, my hearties, my friends!
Happy New Year!
More soon ...
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