Plans: work 2nd shift
Ziu/Tyr, you chained the Fenris Wolf that threatened the
worlds. We can’t do that, but we can do other things, some ordinary, others heroic. Remind us of your bravery and your sacrifice. Give us the courage and strength we need to fetter out own Fenris. Keep us mindful of our duties, and help us keep our fears bound as tightly as you bound old Slaver Mouth. Thus
doing, may we share in your glory by imitating you. We honor the Zio/Tyr that resides in us. ZIO/TYR HAIL!!
Born of fire, born of ice
Life is lived at such a price
Holy Runes send my way
Advice on how to spend the day
gift for gift, a fair exchange between people or gods and the Luck that
accompanies it; freely exchanged, contracts, relationships, sometimes sexual, sacrifice, and hospitality, do not take more than we are wiling to give, the voluntary sacrifice of resources.
Outcome: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…the gift of a peaceful, uneventful morning. Now THAT’S a gift!
Audrey is still kicking ass on shampooing the carpets, but I think this time it kicked HER ass. I’m there to massage whatever it is she needs massaging.
LOTS of corrections in my journal; hence, the online blog as well.
Yep, this is the time of year when little invaders try to make their way inside. GOOD JOB PYEWACKET! YOU GOT A MOUSE! I’m sure she considered that a gift.
Work went well for the most part. “The Mouth” came in with a chip on his shoulder. I don’t think he was feeling well, but he knew he couldn’t leave: too many absences and no more time to cover another. When I was getting my flu shot he was in Health Services complaining of a stomach ache. They eventually sent him back to the shop. I don’t think he wanted that to happen. I think he was wanting someone to send him home. So he became more useless and more belligerent. He was told by the Super to get to work and things came to a head. He even smarted off to the Super. After the dinner break we noticed his toolbox and lunchbox were gone. So I’m not sure what happened. He may have quit. He may have been fired. He may be in the process of being fired. Dunno. What I DO know is that all of us in the shop had to go into the office to make a written statement about what we saw going on with “The Mouth.”
Meeka for a late night walk.
PM Prayer: Bragi:
You are the god of poetry and eloquence; the adherent god of skalds. As a son of Wodan and Frigg; husband of Idun, you have the Runes carved on your tongue. Your inspiration is enhanced by a drink from the glorious mead. Our oath to you, as we partake upon your silver Cup of the Everlasting Word (UPG), we swear our never-ending faith and allegiance to the gods and ways of our ancestors. We stand firm with them as we live our lives to the fullest. We honor the Bragi that resides in us. HAIL BRAGI!
PM Rune: none
Comments: cared for animals, Meeka inside
Alaf Sal Fena!