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Judging by the bits of trees strewn around streets and in the park, we did indeed get high winds as well as rain last night. It was gloomy in the morning, but the sun actually managed to come out in the afternoon. All three cats were waiting for their breakfast, and Monty and Prudence both came to the back porch again in the late afternoon to request more. Maybe the filet mignon people are off to take advantage of the snow. This evening we must have had heavy rain; the bucket in the back porch room suddenly had an inch of water in it. Hopefully the cats are bedded down somewhere warm.

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Tonight I went out with shoes on, since the grass is very wet. I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa with more rosé. As I was hailing Fosite, Monty leapt up to the top of the chimney of teh old brick outdoor hearth at which I blót in the back garden. He looked at me lengthily, turned around either trying to get comfortable (several bricks have fallen off) or gathering himself, then jumped easily to the fence, turned left, and departed to another back garden. Then it started to gently spot rain.

I fed both Monty and his sister in the back porch room a few minutes before starting my blót, since they were asking.

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Despite impending Xmas, we did the fortnightly grocery run on the usual day. It wasn't too crowded.

The weather forecast has turned apocalyptic: 75 mph winds, thunder and lightning, and an appreciable risk of tornadoes. It's resumed raining. I'll take the rest with several pinches of salt.

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The dark drew in early today; it was windy, but not yet wet, when I walked out into the back garden and blóted Njǫrðr, Yngvi-Freyr, Freyja, Hnoss and Gersemi, Gerðr, Óðr, and the forgotten Vanir, with the rest of the red wine and the start of a bottle of rosé.

From Jenn Dowd at Data for Health a reasonably decent substack blog in the medical space:

Does adolescence really last until age 32?

Capsule summary: comparing brain scans of individuals at different ages doesn't tell you very much about aging. For that, you need brain scans of the same individuals at different ages. also, "convenience samples" of people who just happen to have been scanned are unlikely to tell you as much as you think about the general population.

The study cited was published in something call Nature Communications, which is presumably unrelated to the well-regarded scientific journal Nature.

See also the same blogger's Are We Really Aging in Bursts?.

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Tomorrow we are promised real rain. And high winds. Meanwhile I dug a toadstool out of the grass in back before it had quite reached saucer size.

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In the waning light, standing barefoot on damp grass, I blóted Wóden, Frige, Baldr, Nanna, Buri, Bórr, Vili, Vé, Hœnir, Loðurr, Víðarr, and Váli with more red wine.

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We bought dog food and housemate food, and got gently rained on. The dog took me for a walk to the park, and we got gently rained on. I went for a long walk alone, and got gently rained on.

The most scathing book reviews of 2025. Found via Followmehere. Apparantly one of a series.

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I blóted Thor, Sif, Meili, Magni, Móði, and Þrúðr with more red wine, standing barefoot on the grass in soft rain. On the way out I had to stop and give food to Monty, who I found waiting patiently for me on the steps in the dark back porch room.

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The now well hollowed-out orange fell overnight, and so did a little intact one. I spent the last half hour before sunset sweeping in front of the house where the neighbours' gardeners had blown leaves onto our side. And while I was at it, I dug out a couple of dandelion rosettes from the grass.

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I went out into the garden barefoot in the fading light, and blóted for Mothers' Night with a bottle of pinot noir that turned out to be surprisingly good (Apothic, 2023). Then I set up our little Yule tree next to the expansive Monstera.

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Less chilly, clouds and sun; it got so threatening at mid-afternoon that I brought in my laundry, but it didn't rain. Except for Mama Violet, the cats stayed out of sight. One orange on the tree has a large bite hole out of it.

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to the dread lord of Lutefiskistan, whose name must be spoken only with caution.

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Prudence reappeared, and deigned to accept a food offering, and Monty came by in the late afternoon and was very insistent, so I got to feed all three cats (Mama Violet at breakfast).

This evening it's also resumed raining lightly, so I guess the Chronicle forecaster was right and we get a Pineapple Express.

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The rain came back, ahead of the forecast. Patches of wetness when I gave Mama Violet her breakfast; light but steady rain falling when I opened the curtains after my own breakfast. I started my morning walk with my umbrella but was able to take it down after 10 minutes. (The forecast was that we wouldn't get real rain until Friday.)

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I wound up with both a doctor's and a dentist's appointment on the same day. Survived both.

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I put out more wet food in the late afternoon. Monty was sitting on the porch and made a small move towards the door. I don't blame him, it's cold; but the one time he walked inside the laundry room, he wrinkled his nose with disgust and left.

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Cloudy all day today, rather than foggy. The newspaper was unbagged, but I got to it before it picked up dampness from the concrete. I took a walk in the evening and looked at people's decorations. Fewer inflatables, and none of the projections of swirling things that were big a few years ago, but almost everybody is using coloured lights rather than the white that was fashionable. And a lot of decorated trees visible inside.

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I swept the driveway, sidewalk/pavement and gutter again. No excuse: this morning the fog had cleared by the time I got up, and the patch where the concierge guys had "cleaned up" by blasting leaves with the hose had finally dried out (although it continues to be dank enough that there are lines of wet dots on the carpet in the back porch room, and damp patches under the corners of the eaves). No cats watched me, though Mama Violet was there waiting for her breakfast and wet food comtinued to disappear from the dish during the day.

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