Eighth day of Yule

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On a cold sunny morning, the dog footling around to my left, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Hreþe and Nerthus in case Tacitus and/or Bede was right, Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the backyard with more red wine.