Got it.

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The kefir grains, drained of whey overnight, is what my grandmother had made.  Calling it cottage cheese.  Now, she used the grains as the end product, while I pulled the whey before it parted, as drinkable if more probiotically potent yogurt... aka kefir.  But this is easily doable.  I've always had a significant excess of grains left over from my processing.  I just didn't have the will to push through to use that for myself.

Though, yes.  I will happily replace store bought cottage cheese with this.  

As well, she sampled the kefir... reluctantly.  I doubted she would like it.  To my surprise she did.  If I did caution her to go slow on these foods to start out.  They can have a serious cleansing property.  She may well see how to use these things, including whey when taught not to think of it as hog trough discard, and see where it can act as natural preservative for even refrigerator pickles, and such.  Well, and as a natural fermenting agent (non-alcoholic form).

She made hot poppers tonight.  And hot dogs plus blue cheese crumbled in with my dressing on a salad.  I am getting back to a meal a day, or every other day.  She does two or three, and snacks.  Keeps trying to get me to eat what I won't eat.  Would have been different a  year ago.  Though I limit sweets.  She has until Friday for her cake.  Still there when I wake Friday, it gets tossed.  Can't have more until late next week.  If she gets and keeps a hidden stash, unless I find it, I don't care.  If she offers it to me?  Garbage.  Open each package.  Lessons.

Man, she really gets confused.  Believes I said something I know I didn't.  Like potatoes are okay, or to add regular sugar to something, or that I gave her something I definitely did not.  Could I be wrong.  Doubtful.  Some things I won't argue, other than to state I did not say or agree to that.  Other things I will make absolutely blazing clear that her conversation in her head had nothing to do with me.

Oh, I found keto pancake batter.  Even it is pretty high, at 16 varbs for  four saucer sized pancakes.  Nearly my whole alottment of carbs, without an even keto topping.  Could just add butter.  I have several packs.

Anyway.  A mostly quieter day.  Helped her a bit, a few times.  Rested when possible.  Didn't work up here... or much.  A few things.  Ugh.  I am feeling... better.  Still need a bit more rest.  And want to hit it up here, this weekend, hard.

As I keep telling her, one thing at a time.  One day, hour, moment, room, task, at a time.  It's not a sprint, let alone a sprinting marathon.  Not even the idea of a marathon, a race based on the death inducing 23 mile run of a Roman soldier... if the story is to be believed?  No, it's... just moments of work, sleep, and rest... stitched into a tapestry started at birth, materially ended at death, if I vouch that that is just the cover of the book, not close to the whole, or rest, of the story.

Slow it down.  It will all be there tomorrow.  Much of it even if you did it today.  Amen to that, sister.  Good night.