It’s negative 20 outside (you heard me right: -20. Fahrenheit.) but the sun is beautiful coming through the front window and shining on the oranges and amaryllis on the table. We were planning to go for a ski then have a potluck at my house but one glance at the thermometer this morning was enough to scrap the skiing idea and skip straight to the food. I have a mincemeat pie and piecrust-cinnamon-rolls baking in the oven and the house smells divine. Black-eyed peas with collard greens and leftover Christmas ham is simmering in a pot on the stove. The dog is snoozing on the couch. The husband is watching football. Now if only all those Christmas decorations would take themselves down.