Cold, cold, cold

19° most of the day. Last night I dreamed of little mice knocking at the window. Tiny mice asking if they could get out of the cold. LOL. This morning I got up wanting to paint mouse sized foot prints in the snow. Deeply strange.

I know, I know I only dream in food. Can't figure what happened last night. I'll let you know if it happens again. Aunt Mercy out. Dreaming of that freezing mouse on the hollow log. Hope warm in his little log home now. Lol!!!