There's no fighting the weather.

Photo copyright Aji, 2025; all rights reserved.

Beautiful clouds this morning, gone well before noon. At long last, there's a hint of gray to the west, and the winds are picking up now, so presumably the storm they've been yapping about all week will hit us in a few hours. I'm not worried about the rain or the snow; I hope we get a lot of the latter. The winds? Those we could all do without.  And these are supposed to be especially dangerous. But there's no fighting the weather, or climate collapse.

They're already making me feel like death, not that I need much help with that these days anyway. Tuesday's episode didn't help, and it's also apparently not done with me yet. I'm dealing with three different types of chest pain right now, likely all lupus-induced, breathing issues, and lymph issues that are making me very unhappy. Physically, I'm miserable; tomorrow's chemo day, and maybe that'll help a little — or maybe it'll make me feel even worse, I don't know. It would be one thing if these were the kind of symptoms that just made me feel lousy; I wouldn't like it, but I could handle it. But these are the kind that are scary as hell, and I don't like having to have the constant worry at the back of mind about whether this is the time I don't come back from it. But I'm not going to waste time on scans and biopsies and other invasive nonsense that always come back "inconclusive," and it's not like we can afford it anyway.

And we're out of time on a bunch of fronts. It's taking some doing to get someone out to look at the well pump [because there are like two people county-wide who do it, and of course, they're always booked into the next year, no matter when you call]. I still have to set aside this weekend and next week to take care of tax shit, and that's scaring the hell out of me, too. We have bailed folks out to the tune of an absolutely unholy amount of money already this year, and now I've got to find a way to cover both, virtually immediately, but I can't do that without sales. We also can't help anyone else if we can't keep our own heads above water, no matter what everyone seems to think.  Also, since we pay cash for everything, we have a lot less available to work with than folks who put everything on plastic. Anyone who thinks we're made of money is going to be sorely disappointed, because we're the furthest thing from it.

Still. Wings has been rocking in the studio for weeks. There's a ton of new work on the site, and I need to sell all of it. If you're in the market? Now would be a really, really good time to buy, because I really, really need to sell some of his work, and soon.

Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (those adjustable Black KN95 masks are badly needed, because I gave away all the rest of ours to relatives); 
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

After such a grim year last year, and this one beginning at least as badly, we urgently need to move 2025 onto a better footing before taxes take every last cent, so please share all of the links. 

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