Smart-ass horse. Lots of bills, stress, pain, nowhere near enough rain. Sales badly needed, and subscribers and shares, too.

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Smart-ass horse.

We tried switching sides with them, but Little Miss Feelin' Herself had a tantrum over it. So back they go. It's only been a week today since she got here, but I swear, tonight it's feeling like months. As you can see, though, she's lost some weight, so I'm thinking she's actually not knocked up. [I also think she's in heat, but that's a separate issue.]

Today was a day that went from busy to flat-out exhausting way too fast, and the rest of the week looks to be more of the same. Also expensive. More dunning on the medical bills; truck still not fixed; vet bill coming up tomorrow. I'm worn out physically, mentally, and every other way, with a stress headache that won't go away. The heat complicates it and my breathing, and the changeable weather harasses my joints. Speaking of which, a little rain a few minutes ago, just enough also to complicate evening chores, and of course, it's all over now. Not much rain of other sorts, either; like I've said, I'm still not sleeping, and still dealing with jacked pain levels and repeated small episodes like what happened to me in November. This is not letting go, and I don't know how much of it is related to this ungodly heat and how much is something else, and no way to find out. It makes it a lot harder to deal with the autoimmune pain, though, to say nothing of my worthless left wrist. I'm also not worth much in terms of anything physical, and having only one really functional hand makes me even less useful. All this puts me way behind, as always, so here comes the cut-and-paste. We very much, very badly need sales and new Patreon subscribers, and if you subscribe today, you won't be billed until August 1st. We have got to make some sales, though. The last big tourist even of the season, the Fiesta, is over, with very little trade accompanying it for anyone. Business is nonexistent all over town, and without those sales and subscribers, I honestly don't know how we get through this drought, both literal and metaphorical, with no tourist trade and not much else, either. 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. That 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 this thing with Shade? Out of left field. And once you're in it, you have to keep going; there's no way out but forward, whatever the result. 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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