The weather radar has gone offline for my region. The map shows clear skies even though there's solid grey outside.

I'm reduced to estimating weather by what's going on outside my window! What mid-20th Century barbarity is this!

I have Rogue one tix for tonight, tix for 2 movies tomorrow, and 3 DVDs from the library. I am very pleased with the weekend outlook.

My TiVo died a terrible death several days ago. Harddrive failure, apparently. I ordered a new harddrive and swapped it for the old one, and now I'm waiting to see if it'll work. The TiVo "Just a few more minutes" thing came up, so that's promising.

We are supposed to have icy rain tonight and tomorrow. I don't know about my town as there is nothing in the paper's website but Asheville is preparing with snow plows and rock salt.

Tomorrow I'm scheduled to work 5 am to 10 am. This mean leaving the house at 4 am and going the long way.

Last year I didn't drive end up driving when the weather is bad so I have no practice and I'm nervous about the "safer" road odd the mountain. It's not as steep and has fewer turns bit does have 2 hairpin turns. (Compared to the other random that is steeper and has about 33 turns total including a hairpin turn).

Not looking forward to tomorrow.

Well, the weather-guessers were right about the freezing rain here this evening. I was fine until I got home, but the 30 yards of parking lot I had to traverse made me wish I had put on my Yaktrax. I didn't fall, but came close twice.

I'll have to get my weekend errands done early tomorrow. The forecast is for 3 to 5 inches of snow in the afternoon, an overnight low of -3°F, and a high on Sunday of only 14°F. Brrrrr.

Good luck and fingers crossed for safe travel, askye.

I took a look at the weather forecast for Michigan, and let's just say I'm not looking forward to leaving California. Fuckin' wintry mix!

Rogue One was sold out for the 5:00ish show downtown so I saw Fantastic Beasts instead.

Success! I have tv back again and Librarians in my recording queue.

Good luck with the wintery travel, askye and shrift. I'll also be heading up to MI, but once I'm there my sister and brother in law do all the driving. Since they have years of experience in winter driving and I don't, I'm fine with that.

My second? third? cousin M is posting pictures of her and her newly adopted, chubby cheeked daughter. I remember 'babysitting' M at that age (more a mother's helper, I was like 11,) her deliciously fat cheeks and how exclaiming 'besos' would get you a wet gummy kiss landed somewhere in the vicinity of your face. I know she'll teach little Eliza Esperanza the same game.

So we've been thinking that Dad took a big step downwards this week. Except ... maybe not.

He was reported as sleeping a lot, not eating much, very wobbly, generally out of things. And we were thinking, oy, this is not good.

And then last night I got a call from the hospice company. Turns out that the new hospice nurse, who just took over a few weeks ago, unilaterally decided that what Dad really needed to deal with his desire to leave the building was a regular dose of Haldol. So she wrote the order, and it was filled at least twice, and nobody would have fucking known, except one of the med-techs at the facility saw the order and had the sense to fax it to Dad's primary care physician.

Who, bless her, lost her shit, called the hospice company, insisted they assign another nurse, and generally raised hell. So he's off the Haldol (yay), and hopefully will be recovering his balance and more higher functions by next week. At which point his PCP might write a script for something much milder and less likely to fuck him up, but which would take the edge off.

I just cannot believe how bad communications are. We've got 5 separate parties managing Dad's care (me/family, the personal caregivers I hire from outside, the staff at the facility, the hospice company, and his PCP), and it took six days for anyone to inform me that he'd been given Haldol to "manage" his wandering.

Such a fucking mess. I saw him tonight and he complained about his balance; the best I could do was tell him it should get better over the weekend. I hope to god it does; he apparently nearly fell on his way into lunch.

ARGH.