John McDonald
January 2, 2021
2021 at last. Bright-eyed optimists have provided reams and terabits of statements that the new year “has to be better than 2020.” As we sat huddled in our wine cellar or “COVID cave” (we actually have a full, in-ground cellar in our home, which may have been built by former owners to protect from a different end-of-earth calamity), and while awaiting summons for my shots, another reason for cellaring “to our wondering eyes did appear.” Although the supplies of rice, beans, canned Spam, paper goods and sanitizers are rapidly waning, it appears we will have enough to slake our thirst until the 2021 release. I hope your Christmas was as merry as ours. We did roll the dice a bit and gathered with our 10 immediate family members. So far, all are well.