End of days, indeed.

Photo copyright Aji, 2022; all rights reserved.

That was midday today. That's not the new Midnight Fire, oh, no:  This is the reignition of parts of the Hermit's Peak/Calf Canyon Wildfire Complex. Pyrocumulus plumes, plural, and a smoke pall stretching all the way from the easternmost of the Truchas Peaks to Pueblo Peak, where it's wrapping around the far side of the mountain now.

Our skies were apocalyptic last night, banded crimson sun and moon a couple of hours apart. We're both hoarse from the smoke and the dirt and the ash and the dust and the constant brutal aridity and heat, and pandemic cases are skyrocketing while literally no one takes a single step in mitigation (except us, it seems like).

End of days, indeed.

And now we've got a high four figures in expenses that I have to meet, and without sales, we will not be able to. I've realized that I can't cancel my pain therapy without risking undoing what I've already done. I've got to pay nearly a thousand on all of that, plus Wings's upcoming appointment (which will kick it over that line). Hay and the farrier and horse vet. Taxes, fucking taxes, even though it seems that nobody can do anything to help even as they keep taking taking taking. And at some point, the car needs to be hauled to the shop and the battery apparently replaced again, and that's going to have to wait until fall, probably. I am at my wits' end, I am frustrated, I am angry. And we get no help from a government that would rather we die of COVID. With my monthly income going down by several hundred dollars next month, we're in trouble. I've GOT to bring in some sales THIS WEEK.

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 we can't get locally but 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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