I had such a stressful start to my night's sleep! it had started to sprinkle something between sleet and snow before I went to bed, and I was very very tired. right away, I was dreaming that Mylee was here and was having a party in the backyard with a bunch of people I do not know in real life... and they were letting all the chickens out - in my dream it was nighttime... I kept running out to catch birds... now, I'm a great dreamer... I normally have control, and can wake up to stop a dream, or change a dream if it's unpleasant... (took years of practice, I used to have night terrors as a child, complete with hallucinations...) anyway, I could NOT get out of this dream. I would wake up, roll over, and fall right back in. it was so irritating. I finally got annoyed enough and forced myself to get up and walk around - and then it hit me! at last check, I had carried in fresh water to the dome and the fosters, I said to myself, the dome is not locked 3X's to make myself remember... because I had intended to toss in another kick toy of millet for them to find in the morning. I couldn't remember doing it. I threw on my mucks and went out in my jammies to check, sure enough... the door was closed tight, but not locked. at least it was only midnight, and I still had 6 hours left before the alarm.
we only got about an inch, and it's not that cold, freezing, but not bitter...