Thursday, December 22, 2022

More likely to be something metaphorical.

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Unseasonally storm skies this morning. It's tempting to hope that they're a harbinger of real winter weather, but any storm is more likely to be something metaphorical these days. Still, it was beautiful while it lasted.

I'm slammed now, needing to make up for all the time lost to the holiday sales season, and especially to being stuck here for an entire week, unable to leave, while a shipping company jacked us around. I'm so far behind, and there's so much to do.

And there's still work to be done in terms of chasing sales; January is always a bad month financially (January and June or July, one- and twice-yearly stuff that can only be handled then), and we need the respite between Christmas and New Year's to gear up for all that, but we also need to being in more income now. 

I'm also hoping that by this Friday, we're essentially done, and don't need to leave the house again until well after Christmas, but the financial issues are still keeping me awake at night. I'm still trying to keep all the balls in the air right now, because if they come crashing down, everything shatters. And I've still got to get us out of this month and this year in one piece, and I can't do that unless our sales rate increases dramatically and immediately (except we're out of time now, so apparently this year is going to end with us in a very big hole). Nothing else matters (to the outside world where these things have to be paid, and so I have to behave accordingly).

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