I woke up at 12:30am, considered walking out to check on Ransom. A few factors complicated this - the weather was still whipping about, I forgot I didn't have a sturdy flashlight (I'll fix that this weekend), and I didn't want to disturb him if he was getting good rest.
So when the alarm went off at 4:30am, I took the dogs out back, and went out to find Ransom. He was in his stall half-way again, but when I called his name, he walked towards the back side of the barn. Standing beside Romeo at the fenceline, who nickered at me a "good morning."
I asked Ransom if he was okay, and got a happy head & alert ears. I started to walk back to the house. Ransom galloped past the stall, through his paddock, and up to the side yard fenceline. I walked over to him, laughing, and stuck my hand under the fence. Ransom sniffed & nibbled like he was looking for treats. I told him, "Feed ya in a while, buddy. Let me go get ready for work first."
At 5:30am, when I was ready to start my commute, I gave both boys breakfast, with Ransom getting two flakes of hay and half his grain. When I left, he was slowly nibbling at his grain.
I hope this is how the day goes, and the weather front doesn't mess his tummy up again.