Snow, fog, and winter cold. More medical stuff upcoming. Sales/subscribers/shares all very much needed.

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Heavy snow yesterday, and badly needed. It started off with flurries, and in a matter of two or three hours dropped about four inches here (much less in town, I gather). At that point, it warmed up enough to begin melting even as another two inches fell during the day, so we got about half a foot total, even if the accumulations don't reflect it. By day's end, of course, it had melted off to an inch or two of intermittent ground cover. A few more flurries just after midnight, and now it's very cold with fog all the way around, although the sun has broken through at last.

First off, a reminder, if you haven't already: Cherie and her family need help saving their house. Go share her GoFundMe page here, and kick in if you can; she's got a long way to go and very little time.

For us, it's going to be a heavy work day. Too much to do; too little time. I also have more medical stuff upcoming, the kind that involves a referral elsewhere and cash on the barrelhead. We also have to make some steady sales. Winter is coming for us, too, and while we're heading into the season that normally keeps us going for months out of the year, we know we can't rely on it this year; sales have been far too slow. And speaking of slow, the snow is going to impeded my already glacial physical progress today, and I have very little time to get everything done that I have to do today, and I need to get on it, so the rest is cut-and-paste. 

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way). 

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous, plus a new 7-piece collection of coils that dropped yesterday (six remain available for purchase). It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

• My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
• Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
• Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

Please share the links. We're now officially into holiday order season, because commissions take time, so if you're planning on holiday gifts, please keep Wings's work in mind. And given what we're up against, we won't turn away donations, either, because we simply can't afford it.

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