The wind is chugging along at about thirty mph today and this is one outdoor warrior that’s had enough. Daniel has roughed up what was a neat, folded blanket until it met the level of disarray that he’s comfortable with and now he’s crashing. The other cats are scattered around the house doing the same. This evening the wind will die down and they’ll be rested and ready to go out for more chaos. And I’ll be tied down in the living room, watching yet another marathon of that godforsaken Ghost Adventures. There are prices we pay for love and some of them are so trying.