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Sometimes, you gotta listen to your friends. And sometimes, if you don't? They make you listen.
That up there is the CARE package one of my friends brought me today. It's amazing: Gatorade for electrolytes, three kinds of soup, saltine crackers, two different kinds of herbal tea, chocolates, a new blanket, a scented candle, and the sweetest card [that made me cry, which is not supposed to happen, LOL]. So I. am. set. Doesn't matter how cold the rest of the week is; I'll be wrapped up in my blanket, with the candle lit, and with soup if I'm hungry or tea if I'm not, and chocolate treats, and what else could I ask for? [And thank you, P. You made my whole week. I mean month. Okay, year.]
Anyway. My spirit feels better as a result, which means my brain feels better, in spite of dealing with the meds and everything else. And maybe, just maybe, I'l even get that new pair of earrings posted tonight. Or not.
But sales [and thus income] are the one seemingly intractable problem I have not been able to solve, going about as well as everything else, which is to say, not at all. We won't even be able to afford the bloodwork we're slated to get this week if I don't manage to bring in some sales, plural, tonight and tomorrow. Our floor for sales and breaking even is making a minimum of one sale per week for the year, and we're still more than a week in the hole now. I don't have enough hours in the day as it is, and heaven knows I don't have the bandwidth for anything more. Flare, progression, whatever, it doesn't matter. I've got to do something, but damned if I know what at this point. It's grim. [Even if I'm not feeling quite so grim now.] Links are here:
- Sales here;
- Testimonials here;
- Amazon wishlist here [priorities are the LaminaSaver, because apparently Miika's out of it again; and the rugs, to replace those destroyed 2 years ago by the leachfield collapse and ensuing septic disaster];
- Patreon here;
- Ko-fi here.
























