Photo copyright Aji, 2026; all rights reserved.
The mighty hunter stalks his prey . . . or, well, notsomuch. More like "lies in the grass in the sun and hopes vainly that a squirrel will show itself."
That's Cricket, the feral. The direction he's looking, toward the left of the frame, is where there's a pile of firewood. A couple of the rock squirrels hang out there, rooting around through the logs on the bottom of the pile, and the dogs are obsessed.
And also, occasionally, lazy.
Of course, it was way too warm today, so I wouldn't have been doing much running, either. Officially, they listed the high at 65, then dropped it to 64, then to 61, and now they've apparently settled on 64 as "reasonable" fakery. Our thermometer, hung in the shade? Shot up to eighty this afternoon.
Honestly, I wish it would just get cold and stay that way. This nonsense has pain levels jacked into the stratosphere, and it's rapidly getting to the point where I can't take much more. I don't know what to do anymore. If this is the way it's going to be, no remission . . . ?
And it all just makes me slower, and keeps putting me further and further behind every day. Clearly the rest of the year is going to be very hard. And I've still got to bring in a lot more sales through the end of the year. It's been hellishly expensive already, and we've also got some other big-ticket things to take care of between now and then, and that only happens if we make some sales now. And we can still use help with shares, testimonials, wishlist stuff, etc. To that end, links are here:
- Sales here;
- Testimonials here;
- Amazon wishlist here [Too many obligations, too many folks in need; I can't justify spending money on them right now, but I'd really love to be able to get the rest of the towels and liquid soaps];
- Patreon here;
- Ko-fi here.
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