Always wrong, one way or the other.

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Yesterday's little bits of new snow on the peaks. Nothing down here except the faintest flurry yesterday morning; again, the official forecast said no chance whatsoever of snow this weekend, only to say we should get two inches over the next 48 hours, starting tonight.

The last time they said an inch, we got four. They're always wrong, one way or the other.

Speaking of wrong, we're still at a creative standstill; Wings still can't hook up the new regulator. I noticed yesterday that this one seemed somehow snazzier than the one on the kit we bought in September, but I didn't think much about it. Turns out it is different: This is one designed in such a way as not to need a gasket where it screws into place on the tank. The old one had a gasket . . . a bad one, practically falling apart, but he didn't think much about it because the fit seemed tight. Apparently it wasn't, because his almost-newly-filled tank? Empty. We're lucky it didn't blow everything up, for the love of all that's holy. So the regulator dial might actually have been find; the fault may have been in the connection, but it's still a defect, and still needed replacing. Trouble is, this stupid colonial holiday meant that he couldn't get the tank filled yesterday (oh, he tried, believe me), so now, no studio work before Monday at the earliest. We could not afford to lose this week of work right now, in the very middle of the holiday creative season, and I am more than a little pissed.

But there's no time for it. Right now, I have no spare time for anything except trying to bring in more income. I will be doing nothing but pushing sales for at least the next five weeks. But I need to make this happen sooner rather than later, because the tax burden won't wait, and there's too much else that needs doing, even as my illness leaves me with less function by the day now. It's everything, from pain to balance to ability to walk properly to ability to use my hands properly, and the damage is increasing even as I'm running out of time to do it all. And Twitter's incipient destruction is going to deprive us of our biggest sales audience, and that means I'm going to be putting in twelve-hour days after the holidays trying to set up alternatives that won't have the effectiveness or the reach, and I am so demoralized by now that there aren't words. Which means I need help to get everything covered. We. Need. Sales.

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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