If you are reading this, two things are true. You are alive and oh, you have the Internet. Such a wretched thing. On this, the cusp of three twos and a nought but in a different order, I wish us to rejoice in the myriad things for which we should be optimistic. We will soon learn some new Greek letters, as in A—B—C Alpha—Delta—Omicron. So easy when you know how. Our noses will be much cleaner with each poke of the cotton bud, when for years we’ve been sticking them up our ears. And knowing that for three hours and fifty-nine minutes* we can spend time with one another and emerge immersed in a fountain of health. With these things, dear friends, our miracles…