That's odd.

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I woke around five.  Looked over this and that, online.  Getting the shopping cart readied.  I'm going to ask mom to buy one of her favored  perfumes, beyond her current plans.  In return, I will buy another.  Slowly get her a small collection.  She uses them, and while moderately spendy, not luxury.  Look, take care of the little things too.

The rest is a mix of a few last clothes, that fit and she liked, sizes sorted, food items I like to keep on hand, and a few minor inexpensive tools I keep not finding... if I should have?  Needle nose pliers, a few sets.  And a set of crescent wrenches.  Much less this month.  And less through the month.

For groceries, I will buy a hank of thick cut top sirloin, and another ribeye roast.  Mostly else not.  If she wants else food, I won't eat or buy unless she gets low at the end.  Salad, greens, but not much else for me.

Still, looking at outside doors, and screen doors.  If, perhaps, waiting on a sale?  Maybe some lawn tools, implements?  And a few interior things?  Don't want to buy too far ahead, though, either.  More cautious with money here on out.

She spilled one of the quarts of creams.  And is so worried she didn't have me make her favorite dressing.  It requires cream, of which we are now short.  Silly goose, we have all done that.  Spilled cream.  I... didn't catch on, until thinking things through this morning.

I'll get her a batch made when I go down.  Use it up, as needed.  While I don't like to go to town as often as we have been, no choice lately.  A few more miles, for more cream, is more a bit extra time than money.  Silly goose.  She loves that stuff.  I just like to have some minor skill, and tastes, that are appreciated.

Nearing six.  Still awake.  Ugh.  Coffee?  Maybe.  Back to bed after?  I just don't know.  Strange to be up this late, and early, and again.  I'm not sure... what this is about.  Later.