32F, cloudy, sprinkling.
Funny story.
I went out a bit ago to bring mash out to the growout pens. We had an ice storm last night, but thought if I made it across the deck, I could get to the dirty snow and be okay. Wrong. I went down. I yelled for hubby. He came out in his PJs and tennis shoes. Down he went. I was cracking up laughing, and he was ticked off. There has to be a cartoon about this. The prince comes to save the princess and winds up in trouble themselves.
He got the salt/sand out and made a path to me, then we both could make it back to the house. I asked if he was hurt. He said just his pride.