Winnie-the-Pooh says it's a very blustery day today. My BF got up early, walked around the house, came back to the bedroom and poked his fingers between the blinds. Squinting through very sleepy, very tired eyes I asked, "what!?"

"There's a lot of wind out there," he says. And there was indeed. Two hours later, on my way to work, the wind showed her face. She was in the dried leaves that flew around in mini-twisters, like crazy drunk fairies flying about. She was in the trash from the side of the freeway that made it's way into lanes of traffic - old Starbucks coffee cups, a broken down cardboard box. I felt like the scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy looks out of the house from the tornado and sees everything flying about. Just as I passed the 18-wheeler, another piece of trash blew around it and followed the path of wind as it grazed the top of my hood and before it hit my windshield, flew up and over the top of my car - just as I yelled, "hey!"

It is undeniably a blustery day, Pooh.