If only.

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There's Fang. Talk about having not a care in the world. If only.

If you don't recognize it, that's because that's the space underneath the stairs, which was once our woodbox. Sunny discovered that he could use it as a doggy fort, and now it belongs to them, no takebacks allowed.

So that was him this morning, in his favorite place, on his plushy bed and with the fire blazing away in the woodstove behind where I was taking the shot.

Our mutts have it made.

This week's better news has taken some of the pressure off me in one significant way. Don't get me wrong; we still need to maintain the same pace with sales. That's not going to change, and it's still urgent. But one source of abject terror is gone.

Still, there's all the medical stuff, tool I'm already under unspeakable pressure this year, never mind the need to make up for the last two terrible ones. 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 two weeks in the hole on that score. So we still have to bring in sales, and weekly. 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.

And we do still need to make those regular weekly sales, so please share all of the links. We really do need to get this year onto a better footing than the last two, and so far, it's been impossibly grim.

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