It's gonna be a hell of a day.

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So that's what Wings spent part of yesterday doing: making a third "doghouse" in between the two existing ones via a couple of pieces of waferboard and a bunch of insulation left over from the building of our house. This way, when we both have to be out and the weather's bad (as it's expected to be for the next two days), even Raven has a warm dry place outdoors. Of course, Little Trollbutt (otherwise known as KitFox) coopted it immediately, natch (you have to click on the image to see him in it).

So today's the day. Yeah, I'm not going to pretend I'm not scared; I'd be stupid not to be. The procedure itself is unpleasant enough. What it might show is scarier still. Even best-case scenario apparently is going to require more unpleasantness (to say nothing of the expense), so for now I just want to get this over with and find out what the hell it actually is. Of course, I feel like shit; this bug won't let go. Also of course, the weather is shit, and expected to remain so: a couple of inches already, and still coming down. We won't know before daylight whether we'll actually be able to make the trip or not. Either way, it's gonna be a hell of a day.

None of this, of course, stops the worry over money, either, given the massive outlays we've already had over the last six weeks and the ones that we know are coming down the pike. 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 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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