Fog and smoke and O2. Sales and subscribers and shares badly needed.

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More cut-and-paste today, only moreso. That was this morning; looks like winter, but it's actually fog and smoke from those two wildfires they're "leaving to the monsoons." You know, the monsoons we're not getting. The smoke is inhibiting my breathing, which is why I'm so tired all the time. It's also why I'm on O2 in the middle of the day, instead of just at night. I don't have anything left — energy, times, relief from the pain, freedom of breathing or movement — to construct a coherent paragraph. Or to care. The stress is killing me. The rest is all copied over from yesterday without change. 

Speaking of grief, though. So much to do, so much physical pain, so little time, and so much grief of another sort from the bill collectors, constantly. Like I said, I feel like I do when I have a mono flare — no energy whatsoever, and no amount of sleep fixes it. This year has done a number on me physically, and nothing I do seems to get me caught up again. If this is my new normal, I don't know how I get anything done. Neither the pain nor the fatigue will let go even the littlest bit, and I don't know where to go from here. The rest is cut-and-paste because I truly don't have the energy for anything more. We need sales, I need subscribers, we need to bring in some scratch badly. Here are the links and a request to share them:

• My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
• Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
• Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
• 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).

I had said that I'd really like to raise another $500 in subscriptions before July is out, just to have a little more to throw to the medical wolves that are constantly at my throat. You can get in on it through Tuesday. If I could hit that by the end of the month, I could pay off another bill. If we could sell today's featured work (in the post below this), I could pay off two of the smaller ones entirely. The hounding never ends, either, and the stress is not helping with the cardio stuff. It's bad; I'm not going to go into detail just how bad, but it's compromising my health even more than what it's been. Now, we've got a lot more that needs to be done, too, and I'm damned if I know how. The truck was more than enough to throw a wrench in the works (and that's still unfixed, for the most part, given that just the one part is more than $1,200, so . . . ), but there's more medical stuff in the cards for me eventually, even though there's no affording it now. So please, please share the links. Thanks to everyone for the prayers and kind words and other help for Shade. I know she was better off for it, and I know she appreciated that. Miskwaki, too, and now his new girl, who never knew how good life could be until now.

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