My mother is out of the hospital...
...and in a nursing facility. Not the upmarket one she wanted; apparently they didn't have space this time. It's a less-upmarket one, where she spent a couple of weeks last year, but now it appears to be under new management (or at least it has a new sign out front, with a whole new name), and things maybe aren't as organized yet as one might wish. The doctor says she'll have to stay there for at least six weeks, and she's not at all happy about that.
Nothing to do there... not that she'd be in any shape for volleyball, nor even shuffleboard, but it's a place to lie in a small room and watch TV. She had one of the Fully Official Propaganda Channels on. Segment: talking heads telling each other how totally fake the Planned Parenthood videos were (no specifics; just they're totally fake, because the head of Planned Parenthood said so). Commercials. Segment: the super-moon brought flooding to parts of Florida, and this couldn't have happened just a few years ago; it's all because of sea-level rise. (Pop quiz: by how many feet has the sea level risen in the last few years?) More commercials. And so on.
Then I had to make my excuses so I could run sundry far-flung errands and still get home at at hour consistent with waking up at 0400 tomorrow as usual. Another visit tomorrow afternoon. (Morning: walkies, grocery run, stuff the first side of a batch of little SMT boards, lunch. Afternoon: drop off some hardware at a client site up north, visit mother, stuff the second side of those boards. How's that for a scattered schedule?)