Getting more sleep?

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Yes.  If, also, helping out more too?  Yes.  How?  Well, mother is pitching overtime, and having tasks she needs me to do ready when I am able.  And, lately, that has been a lot.  Heavy work.  But small if many discrete tasks.  Moving the freezer (fully loaded, a struggle but not impossible for short distances), moving boxes, taking out trash, putting larder bulk down in the basement.  Though too, setting up her tea when she has worked hard and needs and wants that little gift or help.

No, I really don't mind.  As much as she does, I am glad when I can help.  Tea or real muscle work.  I don't mind.

We are having some fuss about Jasmine barking.  She wakes me up, usually after I finally found my way to sleep.  Insomnia sucks.  A dog which barks right after I get through rest and to finally sleep?  Looking to be killed.  Brutal.

If I can't get her to stop?  When I used to say I would kill for peace?  That wasn't a saying.  Though, she is otherwise a great dog.  Maybe find her a better home?  Ugh.  Working on things.  Lately, I haven't been able to sleep until morning... right when she goes out.  So... yeah, problems.

Trying to get back to carnivore.  Having to reject some foods mom makes.  Store-bought taco seasoning?  NO!  More veggies?  No, too many.  Even keto pasta, tortillas, bread, and such have to be limited.  Those add up fast.  NO!  Back to just meat, for a week, or two.  Then... some of that, if rarely.  A few veggies a week (if salads nearly daily), a few keto pastas a week, tortillas, bread.  Rarities, not dailies or even every other day.  And absolutely no fruits, candies, or else, keto or other, save every other month, strictly keto.  She is going back to her old ways.  I refuse to follow suit.

I think she is beginning to understand though.  She thought she was... paying her fair share.  I just spent $600 on meats, if a bit of winter stocking up.  And helped with other groceries.  Plus various other things.  This time I made it clear what was going out.  She is tripping on the cost of her coffee.  Anyway, I think she has some idea how good she has it.

Just... some understanding, and working with me a bit more.  I'll gladly help, as and when, how, I can.  But there are limits.  Tunnel vision, from time to time again.  Exhaustion I have to tip toe around.  Things like that.  And odd sleep patterns.  But, trying, doing some things.

Good night.