A bit rough.

.

.

A kink in the neck.  Difficulty sleeping.  Too many things to do.  Christmas almost upon us.  At least I am ready for Christmas this year.

I have been (trying) to sleep.  Mom isn't helping.  But I don't mind, most of the time.  If I can't wake, I just don't.  She is learning that waking a sleeping dragon, with a dire need for sleep, is not as fun as it might initially appear.

Sorting a few things with her.  Trying.  She keeps putting things, of mine, away.  But she forgets where she put those things.  I am going to get a bin, into which she puts everything, of mine, she wants to get out of her way.  Filters, clamps, many other things, are just lost somewhere.  I know I didn't put those things away.  Because I don't.

She is also grumpy about me being grumpy.  Which... she doesn't quite follow back to her own roost regarding.  Further, she is at least as grumpy, but doesn't remember.  Oh yes.  Just the way of things.

I really don't negotiate.  My home.  She is a guest.  Does a lot of work, but a lot of it is work made by other work she wants me to help with or just do.  That doesn't work.  Certainly not when she wants something done now.  If I am doing something else, the choice is to wait, or do it herself.  I really won't negotiate.  Though, if it needs to honestly be done now, critical, I'll sometimes do do if she is busy with some other critical task.

I did make a practice keto cranberry sauce.  Tried to make it chunky, as I like it.  Came out pretty liquid, initially.  Added beef gelatine to hot water, cooled it, warmed the original sauce, then let it set.  Better.  My main problem is the chunks all cooked down.  Slightly chunky, I want more larger chunks.  I will reserve some for the last... ten minutes.  Using lemon, not orange, skin (and some juice), and real plain gelatine, plus water, allulose, and a few drops of liquid sucralose.  Didn't give me an insulin spike.  It may need more gelatine, and to have that cooked in with it.  Still?  Not at all bad for a first ever, from berry, run.  Mother said she didn't like cranberry, but would try it for me.  What do you know, she actually DOES like cranberry, or done correctly.

For quite a while, we were eating together.  We are parting ways.  She wants cheap Chinese fish, farmed fish, and manufactured fish products, plus brands like Jimmy Deans, and other crap, processed, goop.  I refuse.  I will go without, or cook my own from good scratch.  Which is fine.  I don't mind.  We can still have three to five meals together.  Just definitely not all of them.  Or we won't eat the same things.

Bits of other fusses.  I am hiding my coffee, or she'll steal it.  I can see she is trying to watch my tv (not allowed, she has her own), and some other things.  Her antenna now gets some things, until night, but no "news" channels.  She does whatever she wants, when I'm not around.  Sometimes tries when I am around.  No.  NO!  UGH.  I am figuring out denial tactics for some things.

Leg cramps were very bad, so I got up to game for a while.  Am setting up water and ice, her coffee, and having cranberry.  Will have coffee, myself, I think.  Would like to eat something else, but don't really have an easy fix.  Meh.

Later, or goodnight.  Oh?  It's been in the 40s to 50s, F, for highs.  For weeks.  Did get a cold spell.  Winter wemt away though?  Crazy.