I think my mother IS wearing out.

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I'm wearing her down with my sheer exhaustion! Well, something like that. Okay, not really, but I need to feel like I am doing Something. On the good side, she is finally feeling better. She was quite sick when she showed up. I would cook, but by the time I am up to it, it is done. Same with dishes. I never, when I do keep up on dishes, wash them right after eating. And, I usually eat later, or a bunch of tiny meals. She just does things before I would get to them. I will make her a nice meal before she goes home AND do the dishes. I have been setting the coffee pot up for her for the mornings. I did take her in to the phone store and got her a new phone and had them fix her message system.

Tomorrow I will be driving for a blood test. It seems my kidneys, liver, or something were not reading well. I probably haven't been drinking as much with my mother here. It takes me a while to realize I need to drink something and she sort of breaks up my "concentration". No, she doesn't mean to. It's just that too much going on and a few out of context requests confuses my humble system, especially in my current state. It isn't even my bad, it is just the way of it. I am trying to remember to drink more anyway.

On my way home I will be picking my friend up for dinner. He wants a ribeye so a ribeye he shall have, along with the rest of us. I think he has cleaned all of his guns. He was having problems with his .45. He took a few pieces in, with a file set I recently purchased, and should have that fixed when he returns. So he will be able to put the pieces together. He shouldn't shoot the pistol, though. Not until he gets a heavier spring. That is what the problem was. His old spring is too worn and he loves his +p's.

Hmm, just about bed time. At least I don't have to be up at 4:00, or something ridiculous. I would like to be up earlier, but I am fighting to wake up even at a reasonable hour. The medicines, I suspect, are making ten to twelve hours of sleep the newer norm. I am fighting, but with both hands tied behind my back I am getting clobbered. It is my lot.

Good night.