I don't know what the high was, but it's frickin' 9 right now.
At least we won't be shocked by anything we see in January, eh?
I was readin' Germanic Myths and Legends the other day. I'm not now, because I have no idea where I set it down. Oh, here it is! Right behind me. German Myths and Legends, rather, by Donald A MacKenzie. German mythology is the same as Norse mythology because the only people who wrote it down were the Icelandic saga-ists. Snorri Sturluson and that other guy... I guess I shouldn't know his name; the Poetic Edda is anonymous. Correct me if I'm wrong.
I'm sure I brought that up for a reason...
Oh, yeah, the weather has me thinking about Ragnarök. Ragnar means 'gods', rök means 'wreck'. Now you know. The German name is so much more poetic sounding: Götterdämmerung - Gods Twilight. Sounds downright lovely, doesn't it?
Completely changing the subject, my daughter did her Christmas program at church today. I went and filmed that. I cursed myself the whole time for not bringing the darn tripod. So the video is all jiggly. The younger girl and I watched it and then we went back and watched a bunch of others.
My God, she was the cutest little thing when she was two and three! It's incredible that I could take that for granted. And the older girl was just lovely - and smart and funny and energetic. I'm afraid my taciturnity has infected her of late. But it seems like the tough period is over. She's starting to make funny jokes again.
I'm afraid I kinda freaked out when she went quiet on me. Uh, in my case, I suppose that looked like I made one extra worried-sounding statement a week. I think it's just that I need to let her know that like her.