Lots of sleep.

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At eighteen to thirty six hours at a time, only waking for a few hours at most, twice to three times a day, to drink and maybe eat, check vitals, and take medicine if possible, life is... strange.  I am only waking that if because mom wakes me.

She needs more help after carpal tunnel surgery on her right arm.  Which pretty much has made that arm useless to her.  So I am not just wanted, but needed.  I am doing my best to help, take over some of her duties including cooking, and being available when she just needs help.

She will do the other arm in a few weeks.  Doc only wanted to do one arm at a time, since she stabalizes mobility by holding furniture or a walker.  Fair enough, if slightly irritating.  She so wanted it all done at once.  Poor girl, seriously.  We'll get there.

Happy about it?  Well?  Yes and no.  It is nice to be useful, needed, helpful.  But it is rough to have to wake a few extra times, in my hibernation season, and at her timing, not mine.  Still, I am trying to do it with a literal and figurative smile.  It's... a strain, a heavy tax.  But, as a favored saint suggested, it is only true giving when you give from your poverty, what you can ill afford.  The widow who gave of herself by giving the mite, versus the wealthy who gave of their excess.  So be it... a grace to serve my God through, as, my mother.  Whatsoever you do for even the least of these... if she isn't the least, she will do.

Getting more paperwork done.  For this and that.  Still, need to sort out a few other things.  Always more.  And, with the intense need for sleep, mother's situation, four or five business situations continuing, and else, it is tight.

The weather had improved.  Which was helping.  But that took a dive.  Though I would guess it will warm again shortly.

Health, in spite of all, has been good.  Can't take full meds, as I haven't been eating much, or awake much.  I tried for a bit but bp began crashing seriously low.  I... manage as I may.

I'll keep at things as well as I may.

Oh?  When frying burger, I decided to add tallow.  Too much, but the proof of concept was amazing.  If burger has become too dull, dry, wrong?  It may be that the fat they are adding is inferior.  Cook it in tallow.  That brings flavor back in spades.  Just a tablespoon per skillet, not the cup I used!  Live and learn.  Those tacos were spectacular 

Next time I will add anchovie paste.  Oh yes, but just a tablespoon.  Mash that into the melted tallow, then add a few pounds of burger... one, two, though at three you'd want more.  Can always put the burger crumble aside for future dishes.

Well, back to something.   Hmm, the last of the burger for a few small tacos, for breakfast.  May make a custard for mom, for her breakfast.  Later.