D.O.P.-T.

The rain stopped and the sun came out weakly. A parade of cats started appearing. Right now Grey One is sitting on the fence, staring at something I can't see. Probably another tomcat.

Fourth night of Yule

I blóted Njǫrðr, Yngvi-Freyr, Freyja, Hnoss and Gersemi, Óðr, and the forgotten Vanir with the last of the bottle of red wine. The grey sky had a band of pale yellow as the light faded; Grey One was still sitting sentinel on the fence when I went out.