Tricksters and conjurers. A lot going on this week, with more medical expenses upcoming. Sales (and shares) very much needed.

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Crow's got the hang of this doggy-etiquette thing. As soon as she sees She-Wolf, she goes into her submissive crouch, just to let her know she knows who's boss. Surprisingly, She-Wolf just made the rounds and let them be. What's really shocking is that Raven's in the foreground, out of the line of the camera. Normally, he'll drop a bone in a heartbeat to stake out his turf, but not this time.

They're learning.

So are Coyote and the one who's name is still undecided. She reminds me of a young deer, or a gazelle, neither of which are especially tricksters, but she's got that whippet-like look about her. Of course, part of that is just starvation. But she and Coy were both brave enough to stay and eat, so we know that all three got one meal today, anyway.

Lots going on today, and in the middle of it all, I went in and got my flu shot for the first time in two decades. They swore to me six ways from Sunday that they're all individually-packed doses, no thimerosal. If so, it shouldn't, you know, kill me ::knocks wood superstitiously::. I tend to be pretty flu-resistant anymore, but this year's strain is looking too much like it has 1918 potential for my comfort. Given that my immune system is likely as compromised as the rest of my body right now, I gave in and got it. So far, the only side effects are a sore arm and a lot of sniffling and sneezing; if it doesn't get any worse than that, I'll be grateful.

Tomorrow, though, is going to be crazybusy, and my pain levels and cardio difficulties have been jacked for two days. Like last night, for now I have to get my arteries to unwind a bit and try to get some actual sleep before tomorrow. As I also said, there are more new medical expenses coming up this week for me (starting tomorrow), which means a great deal more stress. And since I have to swallow my stress and get basic stuff done yet tonight, the rest is cut-and-paste.

All of this means that we still need sales, which means we need shares. Badly. Again, if you're thinking about donating, DON'T. Give it to Bobby to help get Don Feliberto back into a real home. Here's the latest update. We know what it's like not to have one; we have one now, and donations need to go there to get this elder safe again. I posted a second piece at my other site a couple of nights ago about Bobby's efforts in Puerto Rico, including his adoption of Don Feliberto to get this abandoned elder into safe space again. That will tell you what he's up against, and my e-mail's in my Blogger profile here (or you can DM at Twitter/FB); hit me up for his addresses if you want to contribute, either cash (most needed) or household and other items, some of which you can purchase outright via the Amazon Wishlist Bobby's set up here. He's added a bunch of new items, all badly needed, and I can testify to the fact that need for the power cords, the tools, and the solar lights and equipment is probably exigent at this point. That said, when you're in a situation like Don Feliberto is, it's amazing how wonderful clean clothes and good coffee can make you feel, too.

What we need are SALES. Please. Spread the word. I know it's now too late to ship in time for Valentine's Day, but people have birthdays, anniversaries, I-love-you days; there'll be other holidays and seasons coming up before you know it. Please spread all of our links around on FB and Twitter and other social media, via e-mail and word-of-mouth, to your family and friends and colleagues and whoever. The O2 issue is now solved, but there are all the ongoing regular expenses, the astronomical medical expenses, and of course, someday we'd like to be able to get the house finished. So here are the links: 

• Tonight's post elsewhere (a magician, a wizard, a boss);
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to She-Wolf's & my medical bills);
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• Wings's site, for sales;
• Wayfair gift cards, to replenish all the furnishings that the RV has destroyed in one way or another.
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).
• Partial registry #2, from Wayfair. There are some things left on both registries that I thought by now I might be able just to buy outright, but medical bills (mine and She-Wolf's both) have to come first.

I had planned to some new stuff to launch at my new site today (or, rather, long before today), but between lack of money and technical issues, that's still on hold. This business of ignoring my symptoms and my pain  and discomfort does seem to be helping my brain and body both find some sort of accommodation with this oh-my-god-you're-going-to-die thing that keeps happening, which is to say, every time it crops up, I smack it ruthlessly back down and force myself to sit and breathe through it. I dunno how long this will keep working, but I'm going to bulldoze my way through it as much as possible, DX or no. Thanks, everybody, from both of us, for everything. 



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