The trickster wind runs everything.

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Yesterday may have been red sky at morning, but so far all we've gotten out of it are a coyote wind and trees budding too soon. The air is bitter today, thanks to those winds the forecast did not predict, even though this morning they've been full of projections for up to a foot of snow by tomorrow morning. None yet, and we'll believe it when we see it.

The trickster wind runs everything, though. No path report yet — apparently, they haven't even gotten it my doctor yet — and so it appears that I not only will have to endure the weekend without knowing the biopsy results, I may not have any answers by the time of my follow-up on Monday. 

Speaking of which, the outlays are kicking our collective ass. I paid out four figures to the tax man today. On top of that, this month, on the medical front? Is gonna have set us back around $4,500. All cash outlay. Nearly a grand of that this week; another bunch that will be more than that between now and next week, since we both have medical appointments and my inhaler has to be refilled 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.

So 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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