Monday, August 13, 2018

Bills and rejections; rejections and bills. Markers of grief in a year when everything's dying.

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That's pretty much all the sunflowers we have this year. The drought is killing everything.

So, I came down this morning to a repeat of yesterday morning. Bad enough that Raven's having accidents all over the rug; worse is that I can't pinpoint any reason why, and given what we just went through with She-Wolf, that worries me in ways I won't talk about aloud.

More spatting among the horses, too. Also more bills, another rejection (that's all I get: bills and rejections, rejections and bills, and I'm seriously wondering why I bother). The pain never lets up, nor do the breathing problems, and I'm so far beyond discouraged that there isn't a word for it. It doesn't help that this is one of those days, a marker I'd rather not remember: It would've been my late sister's birthday, had she not been murdered 25 years ago this October 12th. That's gonna be a hell of a day this year, too.

I'm tired. All I can do is keep slogging forward, trying to make sales, trying to survive. I need help with that, though. My health is getting more damaged by the day from the stress. Please share the links:
That all I've got. My entire existence is focused around chasing sales to pay medical bills, and it's not going well.





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