Tonight, no matter what type of a day it has been, will be the absolute worst day of our entire lives since just about this time last year. Why?
Because tonight in Norwich (and I suspect all kinds of towns across Connecticut who all had to wait on their final municipal budgets for the folks we elect and send to Hartford to come up with a budget, which is the entire point of the journey to the State Capital in the first place) the City Council will adopt a municipal budget for the Fiscal Year 2015-2016 that no one will like.
For those who wanted more money in education, infrastructure, public safety, public works, pony rides for birthdays, or personnel (and a dozen other areas), no soup for you.
If you'd hope to see your property taxes stabilize or even drop, no soup for you either and there's a tax on the ladle you're not using. And if you think we're unhappy here in the Rose of New England tonight, wait until three weeks from tomorrow when the tax bills for personal property (mostly cars, trucks, boats, motorcycles, and I'm thinking scooters, too, but unfunnily enough NOT ponies) arrive in the day's mail.
You'll be able to hear us from wherever it is you live. Again, we will have spent 364 days talking about how to do business differently in every nook and cranny of our city and zero seconds actually attempting to change how we do business.
And then we're surprised and angry (again) at the people we elect to the City Council who have no other way to do business but to antagonize all of us, as happens every year. Better a horrible ending than horrors without end. As long as we never need to change we're all in favor of change.