Way too much.

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She wanted to be ready for a guest, helper, today.  Starting the day before yesterday, through to three last night?  Five more like?  Work, work, work.  No doubt, much was done.  A ton was done.  Oh yes, I helped.

But, because we had worked, we weren't awake, or able to wake, in order to greet the visitor.  Not... all bad.  She keeps creating lists for other people.  No.  That's not how it works.  And wanting to hire work in, work I won't hire in, or allow to be hired in.  I can paint, in time.  Not on her timeline.  Tough.  If she has a small fortune tucked away, somehow?  Maybe.  But I would have better uses for that.

Steaks were cut this evening.  The ice held.  Skipped the chuck, as there are plenty of those cut.  Had to clear the drop-in freezer, sort what was there first.  All good.  Sorted some over to the fridge-freezer as well.  Plenty of meat for a good, long, time.  Having meat... eases her mind.

I let her know that, this fall and winter, I want to get chicken, chuck (and stew), burger, pork, and a few other meats canned.  Not a lot?  Say thirty to forty quarts of various?  For a yeaar or two backup?  More if we use that quickly?  Or so.  Just in case the freezer goes (or is unplugged by interlopers again).  Just... added food security.  Plus easy, if less tasty, meat or stew at the fast ready.

The place is truly getting better.  Improving, from floor, to drawer, to cupboard, to else.  I can only help, in limited ways.  But do fairly well.  Can lift or move almost anything.  Can figure some things out, when she can't.  Will buy what she might balk at purchasing, for price or perceived value.  She is learning that spilling a few dollars for ease of effort sometimes really pays.  I may be a spendthrift, but she is far too frugal.  I can return unneeded, incorrect, or poor purchases, she just has to suffer privation.  We... sometimes... create balance.

I was up a bit ago.  BP was really off.  First the first number was way high, the rest normal.  Then the second number was to high, the others normal.  And a third reading was wonky in odd ways.  Blood sugar was 115, not optimal but meh.

Got her coffee set up.  Brought the sun tea in, late.  Filled all the jugs, then one for tea tomorrow, finally filling the reservoir.  Had an herbal tea mix.  Set the ice machine running.

As well, put the hoses out and ran the sprinklers.  Won't, normally, going forward, nearly as often.  But things had been allowed to get dire.  Now will back off watering a bit.  I did turn the hot water off, in her bathroom.  It... Keeps an odd anomally from happening.  I turned that back on when finished.

Oh, she was going to boil eggs.  Must have crashed before.  So, I got to those.  She... way overdoes them.  I got them more done than I prefer, but good enough, I suspect, for both of us.  Peeled them, and had one.  Should work.

I also figured out the probable problem with the dishwasher.  She, most likely, was trying to run it and the washing  machine at once.  Or was using the sprayer outside, out back.  Currently that won't work.  If I suspect, even when the tankless gets installed, it still won't work with any other water draw.  Just... it demands too much water.  Can only run it at night, after watering or on nights we don't water.  Certain limits, realities.  Good, if you play nice, right.

I'm up.  Will check and do more ice, perhaps have a bite, take a shower, and have coffee?  Maybe not.  I'm beginning to not trust coffee, or cream.  May be cutting those out for a while.  Would be easy targets for someone attempting to poison.  Just... having to... rethink a few things.  Yes, seriously.  Even mother, as a serious cynic, has already seen... vast changes.  If still seeing... problems.  She... may have shadows of doubts.

Could be written off, as this or that.  But... could be just as I roughly suspect.  Ugh.  Later, or good night.