End of March ushered in the season of wind.

Someone stole my clothes and looks better in them than I do.
Harumph.  

It's true, the sunsets here are spectacular

Morris is my cat, or Deanna's, depending on who is feeding him.  He is NOT Ben's cat, and whenever Ben enters the room the cat goes out.  Today I came home from school to find Morris reclining on Ben's side of the bed.  It kind of cracked me up.