Well, here we are at New Year's Eve. Seems like there's not much partying going on, predictably enough. Which is fine by me. In Australia, a partial shutdown is again in effect, and here in Bali people are being required to be in their homes by 11 p.m. For my own part, I hope to be in bed by 10 and asleep long before 12. It may be, in any case, that fireworks will be muted this time around. I suspect so.
We go into a new year that is still fragile and uncertain in many ways. COVID is raging, and vaccinations are coming only down the road some months in the future. In America, congressmen are poised to object to the most secure election in American history and Mr. Trump seems to be hoping for some kind of disruption by a mass rally he has scheduled. Moreover, a new, more contagious strain of COVID has surfaced around the world, showing up now in America as well. And in Bali? Who knows?
We hope the best for 2021. But my goodness, God help us. We'll need it.
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