D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Bear continues to do a lot better than after his last surgery. But he still sneezes bloodily from time to time. He has been trying to lick it off my sheets. The housemate's dog has been trying to lick it off the carpet. All I can say is, they are dogs.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The store is closed for Xian Yule. The announcement on the front door has a big, all-caps heading:

SEASON'S GREEDING

Mothers' Night

I blóted this morning for Álfablót, and this evening at sunset got up, blóted for Mothers' Night/Dísablót in the garden, put up the Yule tree, and went back to bed.