ivyskeep

Our washer died. We've replaced several of the '90s-era appliances in our house over the last couple of years, so it was expected. There was some mumbling, but I'm just grateful we both have jobs. Bridget may have to have a cyst removed. She has a vet appointment today.

Because of work, my Alfablot will be belated and performed tomorrow. I've adapted a ritual from Mike Smith's Ways of the Asatru for solitary and personal use.