We'll see.

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Doesn't look much like snow coming, does it? [Yeah, I know there's a lens flare.] But they say three inches overnight tonight, and another six or so on top of that tomorrow. As always, the default answer is "We'll see."

I keep thinking today is Friday, and no, there's one more workday before the weekend [which is simply two more workdays for us, because that's how it is.] It's just been a hellish week. Being out in that wind for so long yesterday, with all the standing and walking, did me a lot of damage; subluxed hip and multiple joints in both feet, plus agony in my hands from too much exposure to the cold. Still paying for it, and I will be for a good while. I have, however, made sure that I avoided what I think might have been the triggers for last weekend's episodes, so that's something, at least. I'm going to have to stay as healthy as possible, now that that evil little shit got confirmed this morning, and the very first thing he did was announce his murderous campaign to deprive people of their medications. I don't spend time or energy hating anyone, but what I feel for this crowd is so much colder, so far beyond hate; it's contempt of a sort that would scare me in any other context, but when they're actively trying to kill people, I need that kind of coldness to keep the rage hot and strong. That's how we fight back, and rolling over and letting them actively kill people on every conceivable front is not an option.

Meanwhile, all the usual issues continue apace. So does the work, our own and the vocational stuff that we have no choice but to do. Our friends lost their grandson and nephew yesterday; his widow had quit work to be his caregiver for the last . . . more than a year now, through everything. She's going to need help getting on her feet now, and you can do that here. And yes, I'm expressly asking you to go donate, and to share it with your networks. Just like I asked you to do for Elijah himself.

And, of course, the world is still on fire, they're still coming for us all, and we still have to worry about our communities, about our relatives [both of whom are disproportionately affected by this illegal "funding suspension"], . . . and about us. Last year was indescribably bad on pretty much every single front, especially sales. This year, already a month into it, and it's not appreciably better. I have GOT to make some sales, since we've had only two so far in this new year, and we're already in the second month. It takes at least one sale a week [sometimes more] just for us to break even on the year, and last year? We didn't even do half that. We're going to have to replace the well pressure pump, without question. Taxes are coming. My laptop apparently will have to wait yet another year [assuming I can keep this alive that long, which I can't assume for a moment, actually]. So now would still be a good time to buy. TONS of new and fabulous work on the site, and tons more on the way, too [the three hearts are delayed; we planned to pick up the beads yesterday, but they've had a death in the family, so it can wait]. But I've got to sell something, for the love of all that's holy. I can't live with this level of constant fear on top of everything else.

Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (Amazon cards are probably most useful at this point); 
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

After such a grim year, this one far worse than the last, we urgently need to begin 2025 on a better footing before taxes take every cent, so please share all of the links. 

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