Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Sometimes you get the impossible.

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Two very ordinary eggs yesterday — on the small side, actually. And yet, the one on the left also had within its shell that additionally tiny but fully formed yolk. Three eggs out of two.

Sometimes you get the impossible.

Everything else right now is all too possible, though, including my own crash. I never, ever make it to Christmas without my body deciding, several days early, that it's had enough and it's shutting down, and here we are. But there's still work to be done; 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. 

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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