If only.

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What a life. That's Cricket, our feral. After more than eight years, there's still no touching or petting him; he was apparently so badly abused that I don't think he'll ever get over his distrust of humans. But he's happy here.

I'd like to have the kind of life where I could just lie in the grass and not have to do anything, at all, ever, too.

If only.

I am so, so tired, and I so badly need to bring in some sales. We bit the bullet and wrote the check today for the full amount, purely so we don't have to deal with it again until next year [or penalties or interest]. And we are both so goddamn enraged that we have to pay our hard-earned money to these monsters for use in their genocides.

The one thing that came out of the tax nonsense is that I was not losing my mind; last year, we made barely more than 50% of the previous year's sales, which tells you how bad Trump is for business [and for everything else except inflicting harm]. So we've got to get caught up, and we've got to maintain it, because we've got big costs [the door, for one] ahead. To that end, links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here [and to whomever sent a bunch of items off it that have arrived recently, 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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