Little monsters.

Photo copyright Aji, 2023;
all rights reserved.

Canine condo.

They look so innocent, don't they? They're little monsters. That is not Cricket's doghouse, by the way; his doghouse is out of camera range to my left as I shot it. It's Hunter's old doghouse, which is double-insulated, with a plushy bed and a mat and a blanket and we're already back up to two heated frisbees a night buried underneath them.

If he won't come inside [not for lack of our trying], at least he'll be warm.

Stormy loves the old giant crate, though. She spends a lot of her downtime in it by choice. Sunny prefers being on top of it. Either way, it's a good way to know they're nearby with just a quick glance outside.

So far, no real improvement in anything around here. Lots of expenses came due on the first, with more to come this week and next. My Patreon is more than $200 down from last month, on top of the more than $300 it was already down from this summer, so I'm now down more than $500 a month, and we cannot afford that kind of hit. Between that and the progression of my disease, which isn't improving either, I'm so far behind now that I can't get anything done. Wings has his scrips, at least, although that was a close thing, because despite the e-mails and phone messages reminding him to pick them up, they hadn't bothered to fill one of them, and it took me on the phone and him in person to light a fire under them. I was nothing but pleasant and polite, if insistent, and she practically hung up on me. But he's got them, so there's that.

It'll also be a good four figures the rest of this week and next for autopays, septic service, and a few other one-offs, though, and I have no way to do it. Meanwhile, my illness seems to be attacking my kidneys now, along with several other things. I spent Tuesday night throwing up, the night before wide awake and literally sobbing with pain, and Wednesday night on the edge of throwing up again, although I narrowly avoided it. It's also not pleasant going to bed not knowing whether you're going to wake up. I'm beyond my wits' end into uncharted territory now.

I have three of Wings's latest pairs of earrings up, here, and here, and the newest ones, brilliant blues completed only two days ago, here. Selling those would be a start, but even that would be only a start. I've got to do better, but how? I feel like I'm losing my mind, and the unbearable physical pain just adds to that.

It's been a terrible year on virtually every front, and now, nearing the end, I'm afraid we actually might not make it. I need help. There isn't any.

We have to make up a LOT of ground financially over the next two+ months. A LOT. This year has been so slow that we're way behind on everything, including prepaying next year's taxes [that's a zero; a big fat zero]. I need to bring in at least one sale a week, preferably two, for the remainder of the year. And it's clear that my illness's progression means that I cannot maintain the pace or workload I have in years past. That means that we need help with shares, and with testimonials, too. If you have some of Wings's work and are willing to have a testimonial published on the site, send it to me via the Contact form (we will list you however you wish, by name, name and initial, initials only, some other way that doesn't identify you; you can see an example in our newest, here, and with luck, I'll have a second one up by tonight). All the links are listed below, so please share:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (liquid soaps are priority now [or Amazon cards, and I can order them myself]); 
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

There's lots of fabulous work on the site, and there will be much, much more in the weeks to come. The way this year has gone, things will still be grim for a good while and the holidays will be here before you know it, so please share all of the links. 

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