I'm of two minds this week.
The New Englander in me is screaming, "Is that all you got?"
While my whiny self is pleading, "Enough already!"
I mean, this is getting a little ridiculous.
First we were subjected to a non-stop barrage of nasty campaign ads, the extent of which was directly responsible for the premature deaths of millions of mute buttons.
Then a late season hurricane formed and headed our way at such an agonizingly slow pace that by the time it arrived you couldn't find a D-battery, portable generator or bottle of Xanax anywhere.
Eventually, Sandy arrived, the wind blew, the trees fell, the power went out and Gov. Dannel P. Malloy took to holding daily briefings. (Is it just me, or did Malloy have better chemistry with Jeff Butler?)
Although most power was restored by Election Day, there were long lines at some polling places, none louder than in West Hartford.
With the election over, we were just beginning to adjust to life without Chris and Linda, when the snow began to fall. Fortunately, Connecticut drivers are very adept at driving in the season's first snowfall, so this didn't create any additional stress for commuters.
Anyway, the question looms, what could we have done to deserve this?
The most plausible explanation is we have miffed off the weather gods. And while I don't want to be an I-told-you-so, I think we might have avoided these onslaughts if people had taken my suggestion seriously that we sacrifice a television meteorologist immediately after bad storms.
But, as they say, that tidal surge has sailed.
What we all need to do is take some deep breaths, thank the high heavens that we are not a swing state or poor New Jersey, and tell ourselves the worst is behind us.
The elections are over. The pundits have gone into hibernation. The power is back on. The weather forecast looks promising, and the weekend is here.
So relax, try to get back to normal, and start raking up all of the neighbor's leaves that blew into your yard.