I won’t harp on this, but Sept. 10 was the peak of the hurricane season and there was virtually nothing cyclonic to peak upon, short of the wilting remnants of H. Earl.

Based on disturbances moving off Africa, there’s squat on the tropical cyclone horizon for this entire week. I promise that isn’t such a bad thing, although there is this odd human infatuation, bordering on a sickish love affair, with storms of great strength and magnitude. I suppose the train wreck attraction thing applies.