Making it rain.

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Two mornings ago. Not much in the way of a storm out of it. No snow last night, either, save on the peaks; damn near an inch of rain here overnight, though, so we have . . . mud. Also an injured Raven; his right hind leg is, in addition to the bite, badly sprained and bruised and now swollen. I'm doing hands-on work, plus baby aspirin in addition to his pred and mox, but the poor guy's miserable, and ain't nothin' for most of it but time. Wings is sick, too; I've had a hoarse, scratchy throat for several days that I had attributed to the inhaler (it's a known side effect), but now I'm not so sure. Add that to the pain in his shoulder, and he's not feeling so hot, either.

Before anything else, though, go here, and let's get to making it rain to the tune of just $240 more, and get Kim and Callum over the $2,500 mark. I put up a post at the GOS last night, and we kicked in another hundred (because that is not going to put even a fraction of a dent in my existing medical bills, nor is it going to be more than a fraction of what's coming up for me, and their situation is literally life or death right now). I've hear that they've made the goal with PayPal donations, but we all know what Coyote does (besides wait, I mean). There are always things you can't anticipate, and they could use a little extra as a cushion, and surely we can gin up a lousy $240 on the GFM so they can close it out fully funded, yes?  YES.

I'm dealing with other frustrations now, since it also looks like I've got to wait two more weeks before I have any hope of getting a referral for the testing that will give me a solid diagnosis. Not that it stops the symptoms from ratcheting up daily, as has been the case for quite a while now; I'm feeling worse by the day, and it's measurable physically, not psychosomatic. Doesn't stop the worry over money, either, given the massive outlays that we know are coming down the pike. 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. 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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