Lots of lost causes.

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Click on the photo.  See that haze to the left of center, with all those gold splotches in the middle of the image? That's a massive dust devil, and those gold splotches are tumbleweeds flung high in the air. The camera filters out a lot of the light, so you don't get the full effect of the dirt haze that accompanied it, but it was massive, and it tore across our south field yesterday.

And it spun out before doing any damage, but that's never a given.

Smoke haze everywhere again today, and much worse after the winds really kicked up mid-afternoon. Wings was out in it almost the entire day, helping our b-i-l finish off the wire fence and set up a water trough so he could put his horses in the adjacent field. Yes, there was a lot we were going to get done yesterday and today, but he's spent most of his time outside on that, so we're way behind and our whole remainder of the week is getting pushed to next week because we're so far behind. Which is fine, as far as it goes; the wind is worse than literally anything else, climate- and weather-wise, on my pain levels, and I'm in absolute agony tonight and in no shape to do what I had planned for tomorrow. Also absolute annoyance, because the interruptions have been constant, and I'm only now just getting to my work for the day. It would be nice to get some sleep tonight, but that's probably a lost cause, too.

Lots of lost causes right now. An end to the wind, an end to the drought, an end to the flames among them, apparently. Also any end to the pandemic, and any chance of holding on to rights and autonomy and sovereignty in this cowardly, venal, violent colonial system.

Despite all of that, and a bunch of other colonizer nonsense too, we were blessed this weekend to make a really good sale, and so we'll be able to cover the most urgent expenses in the weeks to come. But I'm still increasingly disabled, and I can't work if I can't get the pain under control, or get back my ability to walk [mostly] unhindered. That's the point of the extremely costly therapy [$4,500, all told, and all cash]: rewiring my brain to lower my pain response and let my body start finding ways to heal a little. So we will still need to make steady, consistent sales over the course of the coming months to keep everything above water. Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priorities are first and foremost, the other ladder, the Thermacell lanterns [the flies are already out, so the mosquitoes won't be far behind], and the liquid soaps, which prevent our hands from cracking and bleeding given that we're forced to wash them fifty times a day;
• 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, Nah, we've given up on the well. No one's available to drill before the latter half of summer, and the tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's perhaps even more of a good time to make a purchase, because Uncle Sam is a vindictive colonizer, and my current stress levels about paying it all are off the charts. And there's lots of fabulous work, so please share all of the links. 

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