Two weeks ago, my father moved in to an assisted living facility thirteen miles (~thirty minutes) away from Hard Starboard Galactic HQ. Yesterday he received an offer of a vacancy at a "sister" assisted living facility two miles (~five to ten minutes) away, where, oh by the way, Intern G-Hart happens to work. It'll cost him a bedroom closet but save him four grand. He decided to pull the trigger.
So dear old Dad is moving again. The good news? I don't have to do it, and the assisted living facility is paying for it. My body is already proving effusively grateful.
The best news? We're back on live tomorrow.