Hmm. I thought I've updated since the third. It's ver'very cold and I covered the plants last night. Half an inch of ice on the dog water (the dogs were safely in their heated dog-room with a smaller dog water to slake their thirst. What else. Mmm. Tired of s'mores. Made cookies instead. I feel like such a traitor to the holiday. And now I'm cookied out, too. The boy wants to order a pizza. It must have something to do with the day of movies yesterday. Too many. And last night, Michael Jordan, of all people, was in my dreams. Weird.