Ninth night of Yule

As the sunset faded, I again stood barefoot on the grass and blóted Bragi, Saga, Snotra, Mímir, Ár/Eir, and Holda/Perht with more red wine.

D.O.P.-T.

The dog was constantly asking to be let out today, then basically lying on the grass in the sun. I think she thinks it's spring. I looked up and Monty was lying on the sloping roof of the neighbours' extension.