Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

The New Year's Eve celebration is Sunday night, approximately 58 hours in the future. Along with a falling ball and lots of cold people, it will feature multi-colored confetti.

The confetti turns up on the sidewalk the next day. Normally.

Some of it is already there, bits of thin red and blue paper, with that forlorn look they have when they've served their purpose, when there are only a few bits lying on the ground instead of myriads drifting on the wind.

It's nice to know that the celebration will go off okay, but I'm worried about other leakage.