Fifth night of Yule

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Tonight I went out with shoes on, since the grass is very wet. I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa with more rosé. As I was hailing Fosite, Monty leapt up to the top of the chimney of teh old brick outdoor hearth at which I blót in the back garden. He looked at me lengthily, turned around either trying to get comfortable (several bricks have fallen off) or gathering himself, then jumped easily to the fence, turned left, and departed to another back garden. Then it started to gently spot rain.

I fed both Monty and his sister in the back porch room a few minutes before starting my blót, since they were asking.