Awake at midnight.

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Was, that is.  It is now one.  Close enough.  Water.  When I can wake... or more get up.  A shower too?  Peckish?  Sure, just not sure if I am hungry enough to do anything about it.  Hmm, a slug of kefir might work, a fatted coffee too?  It's been a while since I've doubled those in a day.

I'll open the windows when I am down.  Might turn off the ac and open the windows up here.  Fresh air is the bestest.  If it is cool enough.

One last load of orders through amazon.  Some things mom wants or needs, some for me.  A hauler for the yard, a trimmer more my size, tshirts for her to try, and a few items I have wanted for the house but finally think I can work my way through to... various filters for the water coming in.  Various stages of sediment and a few filters for else.  Sediment filters would be super, the others?  Who ever really knows.

Mom buys stuff she really wants, but I add things she says no to.  I... am not always right, or wrong.  I am aimiing to help her, give her what is needed, not just wants, minimums.  She is a hard worker.  She deserves some comfort, style, too.  I can't do as she would.  I am broken.  But I can help, and ease her burden with the right extras.  Trust me, it's a bargain.  And can return what she doesn't end up liking.

Though, I will say, with a work leader, reminders, and such, I am pulling more weight than I thought possible.  I may crash, terribly, at some point.  I do crash, from time to time, but for shootter spells, so far.  If I think she will too.  If we can get the home ready for company, perhaps both ways, then settle for a slow but steady fall and winter routine... while preparing for a spring breakout, and slower summer run?  Things are possible.

She will begin teaching me to iron again.  Pillow cases, as starter materials to learn doing.  Check.  No, I asked her to teach me.  We'll start a small vegetable potted garden, some things possibly going in this fall.  Setting up sewing stations, and working that this winter?

I told her I had a serger.  She went flat and cold on that.  I then told her it had an automatic threader.  She looked at me as if I said I walk on water.  I... think she loved the work they did but spent countless fruitless hours trying to thread.  Those are netoriously difficult, more so since she simply doesn't have the mind for that.  But... autothreading?  I saw... something clicking in there, perhaps as a child dreaming of plum pudding, or trying to hope to dream?  Praying it wouldn't turn into another nightmare?

Anyway.  That is the story for now, tonight.  Later, or good night.