Just a bit.

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Not much the whole day.  Medicine in.  Chuck roast for supper.  Helped mom by moving a few totes too heavy for her to move.  Talked about my grandfather's and grandmother's family.  Night meds?  I think so.

Up again later, three wakes through the day.  But just to set up her coffee and tea, run water theough the r.o. machine, and reset kefir this last time.  It is maturing much quicker, the kefir.  With four jars there was enough for kefir and cottage cheese.  Still considering adding another jar of room temp fermenting stuff.  Trying to add just enough to sort enough kefir for me, cottage cheese for her, withouting adding another large refrigerated jar.

I got a larger sip tonight.  Should be able to drink one, occassionally two of those a day, as fast as that is maturing.  But it will slow during fall, and especially winter.  Will probably need one or two more jars this winter.

I was telling mother, that in the winter, I keep the house as warm as 75.  She was a bit surprised.  Shocked.  Though I am working on dressing much warmer, better.  And was getting used to a cooler running body, from eating meat rather than carbs.  Still, I don't think she gets how much cooler it seems at elevation.

We will dress her warmly, marino wool layers, and layering of good materials beyond.  But... I'll bet we'll have to keep it warmer.  Even just for her.  And we will.  If I need it cooler, I have the upstairs.

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Oh, had a double dream.  Sort of?  Triple?

In the first, or first part?  I was up here, sleeping as... well... my other me.  I sensed someone coming up, so went to check.  It seemed like mom, but turned into just a dream within a dream.  I woke from the secondary dream.  Only to then think... a shorter haired women was coming up.  Or an assassin.  One and the same?

She, it, ended up fighting with me, but it was only a mannequin.  Then it dissappeared.

Then I... woke again?  Another dream?  A third layer dream?  Something.  This time, as through all the dreams, I was my alternate self.  Again, I could sense someone coming up.  This time it was Kathy/Cathy's kids (when they were small).  She a cousin, they my second cousins.

I... tried to not let them see me, as I am.  And talk them into going on back.  The younger ones... couldn't... see me as I was.  But the older girl did, could.  I... did get them to go back down, so I could sleep.  I don't want any to see my various... uhrm... natures.

The dream(s) was shadowy, intense, dark, noir, stressful, without fully being a nightmare, or nightmares.  If right on the fringes of that.

I try, in dreams and real life, to keep some things very private.  Sure, you may know me, and thus... this and that, or have some possible understandings.  But I am anon, for a reason, as much as possible.  As much not to publicly support said notions as for some semblances of privacy.

Later...  Or good night.