...my father is apparently being treated in the Mayo Clinic, and has been there for several days already.
Gee,
THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW IN ADVANCE.
Ma Mere, who let the cat out of the bag as an aside when she called me earlier today (precipitating my Bwa-huh!?! moment of the century), is very optimistic about his progress, so I found out under the best possible circumstances barring actually having known from the get-go.
So that's good.
In other news, the regular painter has apparently invited his friends over for television, loud conversation, and even louder walking back and forth.
That will be all.