Up early.

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Beside waking for just a bit, around midnight, I made it out of bed a bit before six.  Half?  A quarter to?  I had coffee, water, and just tried to wake.  Not well, but I stayed up.

Mom came out around seven.  While she was getting up, I asked if she was ready for me to start her coffee.  Oh, yes.  Very ready.  I set up her chocolate peptide/colagen, for her first cup.  It's helping her, I think.

I'm not the only morning zombie!  She, last night, while going through boxes, sorting things, fell asleep from 16:00 to 22:00.  She didn't fall out of her chair.  She doesn't... see when she gets tired.  Reminds me of another yahoo I know.

Then she slept a good night.  We were both still having problems this morning.  She denied it while almost falling asleep at the table.  I had to bite my tongue.  If she had been more awake, she would have seen the mirth in my eyes.  But, no.  Which was good, she was in a fighting mood this morning.

Her memory, at least in the morning, or when tired, is terribly scrambled.  Long, and short term.  I am trying to remember not to argue, correct, or even ask anout something I am pretty sure is wrong concerning.  She gets quite cross.  I laugh, which... doesn't help.

Keto pancakes, eggs, and bacon for breakfast.  Those are far more filling than standard pancakes.  And take four to five times as long to cook.  But aren't bad.  Next time, half the batch size, otherwise good.  Though I advise you add the recommended water, then wait five minutes.  Then add water to bring it to standard batter cosistency.  Let that set for fifteen minutes.  Then add more water, back to standard consistency.  But it is good to begin cooking at that point.

It's often the case when working with (any) nut flour, including coconut flour.

Then she wanted some help out there.  I was already breakkng.  But there are some things I can do so relatively easily, and it really helps her do her part.  I may hurt, but I try to... just quietly help.  If she has learned to see my redljnes.  Lifting and moving heavy things.  Putting hoses together (and getting the quick connect parts on all out there).  A few other things.

We realized that was it, so in I went.  But, I went through and opened the front door for her.  And asked if her tea needed set back up.  The extra mile things really make her happy.  Lets her know I care, even if quite limited.  I think of them less as extra miles, more as little "thank you"'s.

A bit of music, to calm.  Then writing this.  Now on to sleep.  Good night, again.