Or something.

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Sometimes you just gotta roll around in the grass. Or something.

Stormy loves doing it, and I think it probably feels cool to her now. The dogs and the chickens are both feeling the heat more than they used to, just like we are. It's not age; it's the fact that it's been so unseasonably cold for so long, and also, I think, because even 80 degrees [which is as high as it's gotten] now is nothing like the 80-degree days of our younger years. Yeah, some of the ozone layer might have been restored, but not enough, and the warming of the earth itself makes this a whole other kind of heat.

Supposedly we're getting wild weather this week. They warned us of a "marginal risk" of it for today, but it all hit on the counties north and east of the mountains. I'm sure it will gain speed and force as it barrels along those eastern flats toward the South and Midwest, too. We're entering catastrophic-weather season on a whole bunch of fronts, and nobody's ready.

I'm disgusted on every single front: the country, the illegitimate "government," the party, its BlueMAGA defenders, everything. Cowards want their comfort and convenience at all costs, with absolutely no idea what's coming, and no willingness to learn, and also no willingness to learn how to read and think critically, and so here we fucking are. These people would be lining up to report Anne Frank to the Nazis, all while posting "Punch Nazis!" memes on Bluesky. My pain levels are such that I have no patience with bullshit, and certainly not with murderous, genocidal colonizer Nazi-enabling bullshit, so I fully expect to piss off a whole bunch more cowards this week. They think they're getting their Clinton triangulating years back.  Instead, they've lost the hole damn country, and they're busy giving away the people in it now.  To rendition and worse.

Yeah, I'm pissed. Friday was chemo day, and the small respite I usually get from the worst of the pain over the weekend?  Gone; all gone. It's been brutal; I'm in agony every minute of the day, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. And I still manage not to be a complete fucking coward, so what's their excuse?

Meanwhile, I have GOT to bring in some sales this week. I'm already two weeks behind, and Thursday hit us with a $700 expense [cash] that I didn't know was coming. I need to make that up like now, but sales are too few and far between, and no amount of work on my part fixes that. Being so far behind on seemingly every front is bedeviling me now. And I don't have time for it! All the work still has to get done, and I can't deal with any more medical stuff right now, so it's just a questioning of managing the stupid pain as much as humanly possible [which isn't saying much; it's just sucking it up, gritting my teeth, and grinding through it s best I can, and that's not saying much, either]. And, of course, 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, and we didn't make any sales last week, which means I need to make that up with at least two this week, and I'm already behind there, never mind the $700 I wasn't expecting to shell out this week. That's got to change, but I can't conjure sales out of thin air, forget money itself. Links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (Priorities are Amazon gift cards, which we can ALWAY use, and the liquid soaps that we c an't get anywhere around here); 
• 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, 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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