Eighth day of Yule

I blóted Bragi, Saga, Mímir, Snotra, Ár/Eir, and Holda/Perht with white zin, on a quiet, cloudy noontide.

D.O.P.-T.

More showers in Los Altos. We had a mostly sunny day until mid-afternoon, when dark clouds started to move in. Monty is washing himself lengthily on the roof of the neighbours' (former) henhouse, nonetheless.