Unbearably hot, arid, dead.

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That was late yesterday: unbearably hot, arid, dead. We have all of those today without the clarity; the pall of smoke from both nearby fires has moved in, and everything's a dirty, toxic gray now. Just as hot, though, and even more arid than yesterday. Then the humidity was 8%; today it's 6%. No, that is not a typo. And for those who saw my posts elsewhere of those trees over the last three years? This is what they look like, right now. Three years from lush to dead.

The weather experts are speculating that tomorrow might bring a little rain to launch the monsoon season, what they, in their seemingly-infinite ignorance and utter lack of anything like historical memory, are calling an "early" season. Nothing early about it. If we were to get it beginning tomorrow, it would be right on schedule. Trouble is, these are all colonizers from elsewhere who don't have the faintest idea what normal is or should be for this place.

And none of them is ready for what this constant colonial influx is bringing with it. That includes your state and federal politicians and their cavalier attitudes toward us, the land, the water. They still keep costing us money, though.

Speaking of which, we got several payments out of the way yesterday for the moment, at least. Quarterly taxes paid; another installment on '21; Wings's injections; my ketamine treatment. Everything else will still be there tomorrow, and next month, and next quarter, and next year, but these at least are done. There will be more of the first two particularly, and also the last, but my brain needs a break from all of this.

Doesn't mean we don't still need sales, though, so 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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