Awake?

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Doesn't matter much.  Wide awake?  Yep.  Did I forget to do something?  Water was turned off.  The eye of chuck roast was cut, wrapped, and put up.  Made mom coffee, using her coffee... which was more expensive than mine.  :p  mine was $14.xx, hers was ~$18, though mine is per pound, she probably got between two and three pounds.  Still, she was thinking less than $10.  I asked her how long it had been since she shopped.  Thought she had bought that more recently, while shopping for her friend.  Nope.  Sticker shock is strong with this one.

Oh, not laughing.  I felt bad for her, as well as the rest of us.  Inflation hasn't any more been checked by Trump than Biden.  Sorry fan-boys.  It just isn't true.  He has done things, but drags his feet on many things, merely changes which crony capitalist gets .gov trough time, and alters a few things, lightly, the next pig caller in chief will simply change back.  He is back to full on Trump light.  He got back on the billboard.  Roused then smashed repubs, while getting them to cheer for their continued emasculation.  Whatever.  Which is why I don't vote for a team that isn't on my side.  Teams are either most thirdworld and foreign controlled, or Israel and rich American (who are general foreign owned or operated cartels).  Nothing for US citizen Joes.

I would like to do a few things up here.  Just... can't.  Only slept a few hours.  Trying to figure out why I am awake.  Will put some shorts and a t-shirt on and check mom.  We have been reliably wishing each other a good night, and saying we love each other.  Even if a bit angry, if that isn't a common, or as common of an, event lately.

We may still not agree, at all.  Sometimes about bigger things.  Sometimes I simply say no.  Sometimes she insists.  Usually just not on the same things.  *chuckles*  Though rarely, sometimes still.  What happens, happens.  We go off, or finish a task.  Then just cool off.

Not this month, or next, we will get her a beta fish.  She loved those.  Lost her last one to a housefire.  Then it was always 'too soon' for another.  Then she was in a nursing home.  Might get two, albeit for different rooms.

Tomorrow, save for help setting her up, lifting some things, and a few tasks I have, the goal is to hit my room.

Oh?  And, while I still have a belly?  And last I checked was pushing back to 240 pounds?  My waist is down to 36, if more like 34?  It almost horrifies me.  Mostly in a good way.  It's that I still have belly?  It is continuing to shrink, slowly.  But how can I have such a small pants waist fit area and still so much stomach?  Sure, I haven't had this little stomach in thirty six to thirty four years, a few years after I fell ill.  But, still, it seems rude.

On to check downstairs.  Just to make sure the hind brain isn't telling me there is a problem.  Doubt it, but patents know, if they wake oddly, to check.  And, I guess, so to adult children tending their elder folk.  Gah!  But it's not bad to have people in one's care.  Even growly old farts like me.

Later or good night... again?