Down a hole.

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Cricket with his whole head down a hole, hunting the prairie dog that keeps taunting him. All three of the dogs are constantly filthy now, spending all their time trying to run the fat little plague carriers to ground.

Of course, the image is a metaphor for me these days, too, stuck down a hole of a very different sort, one mired in taxes but also beset on all sides by indescribably amounts of pain and constant insomnia. Two badly-broken hours of fitful sleep this morning between 6 and 8 AM, and no, it doesn't matter what I take or do at bedtime or when; this is all a product of unrelenting pain. I'm finding it really, really hard to slog through each day right now, and there's no end in sight, no light at the end of the tunnel, no way out of the hole. This is my life now.

Things will lighten up in May, presumably, on the paperwork front, at least; probably not much change on the pain and disability fronts. For now, I need to make some sales to cover the coming outlay to a government that would prefer to see us dead. There's more work in the pipeline, too, incredible stuff, and we're going to have to cover a huge amount of medical stuff for us both in April. Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priorities are first and foremost, the other ladder and the Bissell vac);
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

We're still hoping to put aside enough for a new well when the ground thaws enough to drill in the spring, too, so now's always a good time to make a purchase. And there's lots of fabulous new work, so please share all of the links. 

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