Have you caught the omicron yet?
Hardly anyone I know caught the original variant, which is so many letters ago I don’t even remember what it was. Alpha? That seems right. Anyway, nobody I know caught delta, even though that was supposed to be the one to wipe out civilization and leave us all in a Walking Dead-type world filled with Karen Zombies moaning “Maaaaaaaasks, maaaaaaaasks” and then chewing the faces off the survivors.
But I digress.
It seems like a sizable fraction of the people I know are coming down with the OMGicon variant.
They’re all OK so far, which is right in line with expectations. One got a mild case, barely noticed. For a couple others it’s too soon to tell. And one got whacked so hard he missed a week of work — and he isn’t exactly the call-in-sick-for-no-good-reason kind.
But here’s me, the guy who publicly stated that he wanted to catch the milder omicron and just get it over with…
…and not a sniffle, not a sneeze, not a cough. In fact, everything is so dry here in Colorado lately that you couldn’t get my nose to run if you made me drink a gallon of water after hanging me upside-down.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I’m in fine health and fine spirits going into the New Year — and this week’s marathon “Five O’Clock Somewhere” live chat — and I hope you are, too.
See you Thursday — can’t wait!
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