Truth be told, I love blustery, wet, winter weather. Hearing the wind howling outside and the rain pelting against my window pane makes me feel all snug and happy in my toasty house. If only the temperatures would dip a little lower, low enough to require wearing socks to bed. It’s not quite there yet.

This low-pressure storm system is expected to bring high winds and lots of rain through the weekend. It seems that every time Joyce and I make a date to play tennis, a storm passes over the islands. See a dark cloud looming overhead? I probably touched my tennis racket. We’re better than a rain dance, I tell you.

Someone just Twittered that high winds are causing power outages in certain areas. I’m keeping my Surefire flashlight at the ready, just in case a blackout hits my neighborhood. This weather also reminds me that I need to get an emergency kit together. I am so unprepared!

On a completely unrelated note, it seems that since I got into the habit of blogging daily, thanks to NaBloPoMo, it’s become somewhat of a compulsion now. In a way, I suppose it’s a good thing. This journal was always meant to be a record of my life: good, bad, ugly, or boring. A chronicle isn’t as meaningful if there are gaps in the timeline. What’s your opinion? Do you think personal blog entries should be used for recording significant events/thoughts — or are you okay with the mundane daily entries, too?

With that said, I’m going to hit the shower before the power goes out. (Hopefully it won’t, but just in case.) There’s hardly a thing worse than being caught in the dark, totally naked, soaking wet with soap in your eyes.