Cosmic comedy

I had just finished breakfast when the phone rang. It was my wife, crying like I'd never heard her cry. "I'm having a bad day," she sobbed uncontrollably, overcome by enormous waves of grief. And that's when I started laughing uncontrollably, overcome by enormous waves of glee. Before going any further, I should probably explain.

Let me begin by describing my day. Wait, better yet, my week! It began with the news that my favorite cousin was dying of cancer in Virginia. Then our car broke down, and we learned that a deadly storm about to engulf us would be bigger and stronger than anyone expected.