Awake.

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Set up mom's coffee.  Sure I already did that.  She must have run the pot.  Maybe washing the machine, hit a button.  No worries, it happens.

Brought Jasmine in.  Late, but it works.  She truly hates her cage.  Mom must have found a piece of plywood for half the base.  And while that should make being in the cage more comfortable, she just doesn't like it.  Hey, fair enough.  I actually understand.

Funny how she grumbles.  Sighs.  And else.  I visited her, several times, when she would do such.  Hoping to ease her suffering.  But, no.  Inconsolable.  If anything my visits seemed to worsen her mood.  So now I just let her be.

Mother left a note.  I knew to bring Jasmine in.  As well, I will collect and properly store my tools tonight, having been too tired last night.  Not on the list, but on my list and discussed, promised.  Though as much to manage my precious tools as to be neat.  Vastly more for the former than latter.

She said supper was in the fridge, but I couldn't find it.  Cold cuts, ham this time, and cream cheese.  Well, and a fatted coffee.  That worked.  Oh, and brownies!  We tried a regular keto cake mix.  It didn't spike insulin in either of us.  So I ordered more, and some keto brownie mixes.  Would have just sat, with me.  But mom gets it done.  So I have had a few squares of that, too.  Not bad.

I can do really big things, and lots of little things.  Make up for where I am useless.  Mom does the rest.  I am surprised at how well things are working for us.  That isn't on me, for good or ill.  Not so much that I won't negotiate, more that I can't.  No, it really comes down to her, looking at the options and possibilities, and choosing from the real, and limited, options.

I can burn every bridge and go live under a tressel.  I literally don't care, can go very hungry, ignore my wants and needs, and fight forever right to my death.  She... can't, won't.  Wants her way, but understands when that is not allowed, doable, worth the price.  She is a polecat, I am a feckless badger.  No doubts.

Pushing a bit too hard lately.  I understand.  But... something has to change.  We will work on it.  I DO understand.  But am hitting limits like a train off the rails.  So... will sort things.  Lovingly, gingerly, carefully.  It's a good program.  Just have to figure a few workarounds.  I do want her happy, but healthy too.  But I can't kill myself doing it.  So, sort we shall.

On to a bit of gaming.  Then back to bed.  Need to warm up, get some fluid in, tend the water filtration, and such.  Then sleep, again, before tomorrow.  I need to be up by, say, nine?  Get business in town tended.  Then get mom to an appointment, and pick up dairy later in the day.  Ugh.

Later, or good night.