One bright spot.

Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.

I'm operating on no sleep for the third time in under a week. No, it's nothing I can do anything about, and it's not the result of anything I'm doing or not doing. This is what autoimmune disease does. And I'm stuck with it.

The flowers are one bright spot in what has otherwise been a fucked up day [week, month] so far. My honey brought them home to me yesterday, and they're beautiful. They also make the living room smell like spring. Not that "spring" has much meaning as a category here anymore. Then again, neither does "winter."

I am going to be working flat out all weekend and probably into next week, and I'll be doing it in the middle of this god-awful flare, which means that I'll have no time [or energy, or functionality] for anything else until all this is off my desk. Period. I'm sorry, but that includes anyone wanting mutual-aid help who's not willing to post it publicly. I'm no good to anyone if I'm hospitalized or worse, and that's where this is heading if I don't halt it now. Because the last five, six months have been this way, nonstop, and I'm still not caught up on housework, taxes, OR sales. Which is not good, because we still have to bring in sales weekly to break even. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of stuff off it that arrived today, THANK YOU; there were no purchaser inserts with the items, zip, zero, nada];
• 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 pretty grim.

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