Four-foot drifts, and four-figure expenses.

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That's the view outside my office door right now. It's drifted up to the four-foot mark on the right (and in plenty of other places all over here). The town of Taos apparently only got six inches; we topped out at I think 23 inches, with, as I said, drifts of 4' in lots of places. The dogs and horses are having a blast, but this is a bit much to dig out from under today, given what the wind is now doing.

Everything's kicking my ass right now. We paid out four figures to the tax man yesterday. On top of that, this month, on the medical front? Is gonna have set us back over $5 grand (I had forgotten yesterday about some more of the medical stuff that I have to take care of next week). All cash outlay. We both have medical appointments and my inhaler has to be refilled this coming week, and I'm still waiting for the path bill. And then there's whatever has to be done post-biopsy, and either way, it's going to be ugly. And I still know nothing about what it is. The doc never got the path report, so I'm stuck waiting. I had my implosion last night; now I'm just numb. Four-foot drifts and four-figure expenses, indeed.

And the worry over money just gets worse seemingly by the day. The Pueblo's been closed since the first of the month, and will remain so through most of March. Sales are vanishingly slim, and there's a lot of year ahead of us. If it is cancer, the costs are going to skyrocket very fast, and we have no way of paying for it, and neither of us cares; we're doing this. Determination is the word; with Wings's help, I'm going to beat whatever it is. So much fear intertwined with all of this, and no end in sight. We need sales. Badly. Selling today's featured work, shown just below, would take care of the biopsy costs. Even so, all this stuff is piling up fast and I have to get us through the whole year, not just the next two weeks, so please share the links (or use them, if anyone's so inclined):

• My Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds) (and if you subscribe today you won't be billed until March 1st for February);
• Wings's site, for sales, with lots of 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, with the kibble back on it; we gave several of our existing bags to a local disabled vet with a starving rescue dog who needed the help;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. I've added two or three new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need.

All we want, to be able to have some confidence in making it through the whole year with whatever they're going to find going wrong in my body, is to make some sales. That's it: sales; nothing else. But I haven't been able to make even that happen, and the stress is telling. Good vibes for Raven are still welcome (he's still hanging with us, and I need him to be safe while we're out). But I could use some, too. We all could also use some help with sharing Wings's site (and testimonials, if you got 'em). Thanks.

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