There’s not much to say today. I mean, Irene blew through Connecticut yesterday, so I’m all frazzled and such. My home has no power. My work has power, but no internet. So this is a Starbucks day. (The first two Starbucks stops, however, were not open.)
Here’s what I’ll say about Irene: she really wasn’t so bad. Sure, I don’t have power at home and it could be days before it gets turned on, but the rains weren’t too heavy (Though the power outage, combined with a blown generator, had me bailing gallons of water.) and the winds were pedestrian. All things considered, this wasn’t such a bad storm. We had been warned of a Category 2 meteorological wrecking ball. We ended up, along with New York City and the Jersey Shore, with a heavy rain.
Do what you want with that data, but I’ll attribute that to an act of God.
I haven’t heard of anyone blaming God for Irene in the first place (I’m certainly not), but I did see this graphic this morning at Exploring Our Matrix, which highlights the absurdity of such a theological stance.