Today has been dark, rainy and especially windy in God's Country. Several areas of town have been without power. They say that "THE Mall" won't reopen until this evening, maybe tomorrow. Traffic lights have been out. Trees are down, including one just outside our lunch room window. Our little devil's workshop here has had two lengthy power failures, and several flickers. In fact, excuse me for a moment while I save this draft, just in case...

 I'm back. Where was I?

 Oh, right, finding the brighter side...

 and saving the draft again. 

There, that's done.

 So now,  here are 10 Things to Like about a Blustery day:

1. Winnie the Pooh. Where would he be without them?
2. The Office Power Outage. which separates the keeners from the rest of us. The keeners are the ones very busy bustling around, pretending to work while the rest of us...don't.
3. Instant 4 way Stops. Why can't drivers be this courteous and careful all the time instead of racing through yellows and, this year's new trick, jumping a quick left turn in front of through traffic as the light turns green?
4. Legs. I figger that if women are foolish enough to wear skirts in this wind, I'm not a dirty perv...right?
5. Catching up on reading. Since I get the office with natural light, the stack of trade papers goes down another inch.
6. Finding out how well Auto-save works. Because the outage always occurs just before you hit "Send".
7. The people who express instant nostalgia for manual typewriters. See "keeners" above.
8. The quiet. Whether it's because everyone thinks our power is out, or theirs is, it is really really quiet here today, strange for a Monday.
9. The spooky shadowy zones of light when the emergency lights come on. The teasing flickers as the power tries to kick in also add to the festive "all around the campfire" camaraderie. 
10. Hoping that Dorothy's house lands on a wicked witch.  Because there always seem to be a few around.

No doubt I skipped a few - the beauty of the waving trees and the rain on the window could be poems unto themselves, but I got my ten.

What are yours?