Talk about being behind the eight-ball.

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That's how we had to do it yesterday: fully masked, even here alone, when outside. You can't get a feel for the haze from that photo, but it was brutal yesterday. The winds kicked up again at sunset and howled well into the night, and while they sent the nearby rain completely out around us, they did manage to usher in a bitter cold front for today.

So it's clear, it's cold, it's windy, and we're unlikely to have any relief for most of this month, at the very least. Meanwhile, our throats are raw, because even those masks don't filter out the smoke entirely, we're congested, and both of us have very painful joints today because it kicked off a massive inflammatory response. He was out in it much more than I was, but I had to help him rig up a plug for the trough and then haul it over for those horses, among a few other things.

We've gotten nothing done that we planned to do for this week so far. And still the fires are raging out of control on all sides.  Talk about being behind the eight-ball.

Despite all of that, and a bunch of other colonizer nonsense too, we were blessed last weekend to make a really good sale, and so we'll be able to cover the most urgent expenses in the weeks to come. But I'm still increasingly disabled, and I can't work if I can't get the pain under control, or get back my ability to walk [mostly] unhindered. That's the point of the extremely costly therapy [$4,500, all told, and all cash]: rewiring my brain to lower my pain response and let my body start finding ways to heal a little. So we will still need to make steady, consistent sales over the course of the coming months to keep everything above water. Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priorities are first and foremost, the other ladder, the Thermacell lanterns [the flies are already out, so the mosquitoes won't be far behind], and the liquid soaps, which prevent our hands from cracking and bleeding given that we're forced to wash them fifty times a day;
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

We're still hoping to put aside enough for a new well when the ground thaws enough to drill in the spring, too, Nah, we've given up on the well. No one's available to drill before the latter half of summer, and the tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's perhaps even more of a good time to make a purchase, because Uncle Sam is a vindictive colonizer, and my current stress levels about paying it all are off the charts. And there's lots of fabulous work, so please share all of the links. 

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