I put in more time than I care to admit shivering in the unseasonable cold, craning and squinting for a good look at The Comet. It's hard for me to understand why comets got such a bad rap as portenders of disaster. I think the comet is kind of cute.
Comets are the warm fuzzies of the firmament.
Catastrophes happen to people whose lucky star is absent or inoperative, not because they're being blitzed with bad vibes from an innocent little comet that happens to be in the neighborhood. So don't diss the comet. Actually, disasters can be fun, in hindsight. Everyone would gather together in a shelter, sing songs, the kids would play. It was like a holiday.