...More or less. Tam and I took time away from (respectively) attic-clearing and nodding off to freeze our fool ears off having a look at the lunar eclipse. Sure wish I had remembered to grab my camera! An exceptionally clear night provided excellent seeing even with the city's lights; one of my pals, The Irishman, was standin' to the South; the Great Bear NE; and the Moon was busy fading to smoked orange roughly ESE. Delightful!
You'll be pleased to know that a few clangs of a wooden spoon against a pot lid scared the Fenris wolf away and it did not eat the moon. Again. Whew! (Tam an' her silly sky-snake yarns. Hmpf. I think Loki's been whisperin' smack t'her).
1. Decoding this'n's left as an exercise for the reader. You'll know him when you see him.
2. Or his son Hati. Accounts vary.
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