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Channeling the light.
It's been a day. Again. Part of it was having to take a very scared pup in for her shots: Stormy today; Sunny on Friday. Last time, we did them at the same time, and never again. They're not scared of much, but the one thing that throws them both into a tizzy is the thought of being separated from us, and every time they go to the vet, that's what they're afraid is going to happen. The shots don't actually bother them; it's just all the things they imagine could happen.
By the time we were done, Stormy had blown her coat all over my clothes, and me, and the truck, and the waiting room, and she's got a very flat coat. I also had managed to sublux several joints wrangling her. Not like I haven't been doing that all week with everything else, but this was . . . something.
Got a bunch of grocery cards into the hands of families this evening: 11 separate cards, 11 families or individuals. Got a couple of other folks' problems a tiny bit closer to resolution; at least there's hope, even if they're not done. But here I am, ten o'clock at night, just getting to my own work. Again. And tomorrow and Friday are going to be more of the same. Maybe that helped channeling the light a little, too.
And I really need to be chasing sales now. After this god-awful year, we still need to make a sale a day now, on average, and we're nowhere near that. The last two years have all but killed us financially, and I need to get us caught up to make it through the end of the year. Whatever else, we [which means I] have got to change this trajectory, and fast. To that end, links are here:
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