No real chance.

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Hot summer skies. Got up almost to 90 today officially. Unofficially? Probably over it. Unlike yesterday, lots of thunderheads building today at the horizon, but they skated by us all day long. No real chance of rain for the rest of the month, per the long-range forecast.

If not, we're in trouble.

::Sigh:: on so very many fronts. I didn't sleep again last night; that's two out of the last three nights. It wrecks my ability to function, which in turn wrecks my ability. to work, and if I don't work, we don't make sales. The pain is accelerating, and apparently there's nothing I can do about it. But I'm getting really tired of the way it impairs my ability to do really basic things. Like, say, remember the date one of our small spirits left us, things that used to be so engraved on heart and mind alike that there was no chance of forgetting any of it. Animikiins, the little abandoned pup who'd been hit by a vehicle and turned out to have parvo? He left us the morning of May 18th, 16 years ago. [Sixteen fucking years. Can't believe that, either.] Little man just curled up in my arms on the vet table and went to sleep [of the living variety] before they even put the needle in; the last thing he knew was falling asleep and being loved. And I barely made it home with his little body, because my eyes were flooding the car out. I still miss him every single day. But the date? Came and went in a haze of worsening pain, and I knew I was forgetting something, but I had no idea what. Oh, his name? Little Thunder Being. It fit.

That haze just keeps getting worse. It hurts to stand. Hurts to walk. Hurts to sit. Lie down? Forget about it. The other symptoms are ratcheting up, too, but without positive labs, no one's going to do anything. I couldn't afford it anyway. And while the world gets torn apart, this Nazi regime still demands our fucking taxes.

We have a big payment due in a week. I need to make a middling four figures' worth of sales to cover all of it. The likelihood of that? Yeah. But I have to try. I would dearly love to cover them all at once and not have to worry about it for a while, since we know there are there are other huge expenses lying in wait for us. Which means, of course, that we still need shares, and we most definitely still need weekly sales, until I can get everything covered that has to get covered [and that will be a good long while]. I don't get any breaks from that, either. Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (new priorities, needed for Miika, and after refiling her meds we just can't swing it:  3-4 pairs of the fly traps [the second item on the list]); 
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

After such a grim year last year, and the first half of this one at least as bad, we urgently need to move 2025 onto a better footing, because taxes to this Nazi administration have already tapped us out and we still owe more anyway, so please share all of the links. 

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