Third day of Yule

I blóted Wóden, Frige, Vili, Vé (Hœnir, Loðurr), Buri, Bor, Baldr, Nanna, Viðarr, and Váli in my room rather than get myself (and my copy of Jean Young's translation of the Prose Edda from which I read the Names of Óðinn every year) pelted with rain.

D.O.P.-T.

My dog and I basically swam around a bit of the park. The housemate and her dog wimped out after one block.