No troubles.

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If mom died, she did so peaceably, asleep.  Though she seemed to be breathing and sleeping well?  As far as I could tell, if I didn't want to risk waking her either.  Nothing seemed amiss or otherwise out of place.  Always a minor relief to... find things as hoped, not feared.

While up, I filled water jugs.  All filled.  Got one batch of ice finished, another in the making.  Had a late mug of fatted coffee, plus cheese and summer sausage.  Oh, and reset kefir.  I left some out to drain, into a kefir grain facsimile of cottage cheese?  Will find out.  Her mom used to make something, that to me, sounds like kefir grains left to empty of whey, dry out.  I have that going.  I am hoping I can revive a memory.

She didn't learn how to do this particular food process before her mother died.  She learned much, but there is so much and so little time.  I am hoping this is it, or will do.  It will, then, need to be salted, peppered, and chilled.  Perhaps mixing in a dash of whole cream to make it smooth, creamy, softer.  I will taste it, but more want the drinkable kefir than grain cottage cheese.  Though why not a touch of both?  Then I toss fewer grains... one can hope.  But have to start slowly on that, or it will clean you out in a fast hard whoosh!  I can eat it without hastle.  She should use mild caution... or throw caution (and else) to the winds?  ;p

Now on to sleep, again.  Good night.