blurgh. home. With leftover mac & cheese in the oven, and a whiskey ginger at my elbow.

He broke his wrist and his head wound bled like a stuck pig: my sister describe his apartment as looking like an abattoir. He was still super wobbly when we got him back to his ALF, and left the staff with the pages of instructions. I feel so awful, but I can't take him home, I have to work and I can't provide his care by himself. They will check on him hourly and make sure he gets everything he needs, although I have to make some followup appointments for him.

This is how it's going to be now, I think.

Lots of good thoughts for Steph and Suela.

I feel so awful, but I can't take him home

That's what the ALF is for, to take care of the vulnerable when other options aren't there. It's wonderful you have someone to look after him.

Suela, your poor dad! Taking him back to the ALF is exactly what he needed, even if it feels weird to you.

It's snowing in Colorado and my brother is the chattiest I've ever, EVER experienced. (Those 2 things are not related.) He is a serious motormouth. And he talks all through TV shows, which is THE ACTUAL WORST. I told him that I didn't care if he was having alcohol withdrawal, I would stab him with a fork if he kept talking through Agent Carter.

He shut up.

That's rough, Consuela. You are doing so well by him, he's lucky to have you, and the ALF.

Good for you, Tep. Sometimes brothers need a fork stabbination threat.

He's STILL TALKING. My body thinks it's past midnight and he's still talking. The dog even just sighed.

I hope this doesn't come out the wrong way, but I love that with everything you'd dealt with today, your big complaint right now is he's talking too much.

And Suela, I know that guilty feeling but please let yourself off the hook on this one. You're doing good.

Well, folks don't talk about Phoenix, ever, without a layover or work teambuilding so, you know. But sometimes you do find out that folks you'd never expect tweet.

Much healing~ma for your dad, Consuela.