Never enough hours in the day.

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New mini barrettes in the works. They'll probably be done tomorrow. The new cuff is in today's post, and I still have to write the description for the new necklace, but there are never enough hours in the day.

And this one began early, with Wings's clinic appointment (just routine, and it's ridiculous that I feel the need to clarify that, but I'm tired of colonizer white women badgering me about Wings's health when, one, it's none of their business, and two, they make it clear they don't give a shit about mine). Then I spent the day packing up some commissioned/honor and other work, which took a very long time, and we got it all to the post office mid-afternoon. I'm extra slow today, because of internal joint swelling and the kind of pain that the meds don't even touch. It's bad, it's getting worse, and there's evidently nothing I can do for it (or more, accurately, there's nothing American medicine will do for me, because this government believes people with pain should suck it up and suffer rather than be treated properly). The snow was gone by noon, and there apparently won't be anymore until next week, but its disappearing act doesn't do a thing for my pain levels.

I can't get done even a fraction of what I need to be doing, and first and foremost among that is making sales. If I don't bring in more income soon, we're done, and there is no way around that. Not this month, not next month, not the rest of the year. This has been a spectacularly bad year for sales (and my Patreon, too, which is down several hundred dollars a month [one patron kindly gave me a few months' heads-up, but the rest is just cancellations and attrition courtesy of a terrible economy]), and between last year's installment payments and next year's quarterly payments, the tax burden is killing us. 

As I said yesterday, my health is killing me, too, and the financial stresses are only compounding that. I know people don't understand what my illness actually does. The constant barrage to my immune system from the COVID vaccines is only making it worse, and there's nothing I can do for any of it. I would like to catch a break on something in this mess, but apparently that's going to be denied me yet again. The financial stuff has me at the absolute end of my tether, and I need help.

All the links are here; please, share them, too (and there's a new wishlist priority, the automatic composter, which will do wonders for saving on waste and allow Wings to compost the land and trees regularly even through the winter; my physical function is impaired enough now that things can only get done if I have the help of equipment like this):

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priorities are, first and foremost, the automatic composter and the wheelbarrow, then the other ladder);
• 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 late next year at the earliest, and this year's tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's 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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