Our outdoor thermometer read 15 below zero when I got up this morning. Wayne made a hasty trip to the end of the driveway to retrieve the Denver Post and called it a "crisp" morning. Our little birds will have seed and suet and nothing but solid ice in the bird bath. The humans plan to stay inside, drink hot tea, read our books, watch episode 3 of Downton Abbey and have soup for supper. I will also do a little quilting. Everything outside is so still it looks like a painting. I wonder if we'll see the sun today.