Digging out, in more ways than one.

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Digging out, in more ways than one.

That's not actually indicative of the depth; the winch on the ATV's not working, and so Wings couldn't actually plow yesterday. All he could do is run the ATV through it, which meant on top of that that had frozen solid and already packed itself down the night before underneath the new stuff from the early hours of yesterday. Even that's well over a foot. Right now he and one of his bros are upstairs clearing the four-foot drifts off the deck (only three feet deep by now, thanks to a lot of really warm direct sunlight). Then they're going to turn to the roofs of all the other structures.

Meanwhile, I'm inside trying, apparently in vain, to make sales. As I said, everything's kicking my ass right now. Still sick, still dealing with all the new (as in 15.5-month-old) health issues on top of all the regular autoimmune crap. Still trying to figure out how to bring in enough extra money not only to dig out from under this avalanche of medical stuff, but also to make it through the whole year. We both have doctor's appointments tomorrow; I have another one later in the week, plus a very expensive scrip to pick up tomorrow and two other massive medical bills that will have to be paid this week. We paid out four figures to the tax man on Friday. On top of that, this month, on the medical front? Is gonna have set us back over $5 grand (I had forgotten yesterday about some more of the medical stuff that I have to take care of next week). All cash outlay. We both have medical appointments and my inhaler has to be refilled this coming week, and I'm still waiting for the path bill. And then there's whatever has to be done post-biopsy, and either way, it's going to be ugly. And I still know nothing about what it is. The doc never got the path report, so I'm stuck waiting. I had my implosion last night; now I'm just numb. Four-foot drifts and four-figure expenses, indeed.

And the worry over money just gets worse seemingly by the day. The Pueblo's been closed since the first of the month, and will remain so through most of March. Sales are vanishingly slim, and there's a lot of year ahead of us. If it is cancer, the costs are going to skyrocket very fast, and we have no way of paying for it, and neither of us cares; we're doing this. Determination is the word; with Wings's help, I'm going to beat whatever it is. So much fear intertwined with all of this, and no end in sight. We need sales. Badly. Selling today's featured work, shown just below, would take care of the biopsy costs. Even so, all this stuff is piling up fast and I have to get us through the whole year, not just the next two weeks, so please share the links (or use them, if anyone's so inclined):

• My Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds) (and if you subscribe today you won't be billed until March 1st for February);
• Wings's site, for sales, with lots of 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, with the kibble back on it; we gave several of our existing bags to a local disabled vet with a starving rescue dog who needed the help;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. I've added two or three new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need.

All we want, to be able to have some confidence in making it through the whole year with whatever they're going to find going wrong in my body, is to make some sales. That's it: sales; nothing else. But I haven't been able to make even that happen, and the stress is telling. Good vibes for Raven are still welcome (he's still hanging with us, and I need him to be safe while we're out). But I could use some, too. We all could also use some help with sharing Wings's site (and testimonials, if you got 'em). Thanks.

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