The last shift of my weekend was shaken up by a wild text message from my sister. It was rather cryptic. "Call me!!! Police. Court. Possible jail time." How would ya'll like to piece that one together? As it turns out, Daddy had company, who wouldn't be the type of women we would have liked at his house and they wanted drugs and he didn't have anything (because, Hello...I have it), and IDK exactly what happened, but they accused him of some kind of simple battery charges and he has to appear before the judge in a month. So sister says, they have LOTS of 911 calls from him that the judge will be looking at and they will attempt to have him declared incompetent.
So I have been thinking on setting him up an apt in my house, so he is never completely alone. I'll see if I can take this weekend off, so I can organize and thin out, etc. The wall I have to put up, won't take long. He fussed, but I had to take him to the ER last night and didn't get him home until 1:00AM.
More later.