The situation is devolving.

New storm forming off of South America (Tropical Depression I, or something.) Dad's health is very uncertain in minor ways; he's not sleeping or eating on any sane schedule. Rather than start the medical process down here, the decision as of this morning is to get him to California, out of the heat/humidity of south Texas, and into clinics where we can support him.

Based on his wishes, he'll be moving in with me. Kurt and I will load the car, build the hurricane screens for the windows, get the car fixed (air conditioning is a necessity not an option here) then I'll grab a flight out of Corpus Christi, get home, rearrange the garage for his stuff, move out of my room into my back room, and get the house set up for him.

Then, go get a job so I can pay off all of this.

Gonna be busy. And...I'm not going to make as many social things for quite a while.

The situation is still evolving.