So, back in Bellwood.  Capt. Pharmacy was going to take his OH state board exams when he was run off the road in Dayton, OH, which crashed his car into a concrete jersey barrier.  The brother is shaken, not stirred; bruised, not battered, and he's without a concussion or anything.  The car's a bit of a different story.  Accounts differ as to its fate, but there are a few known facts:  The car no longer has a front bumper, lots of stuff leaked from the front end, and the trunk won't close now.

The parents went out to Ohio last night in case they were needed and asked me to drive back for an indeterminate amount of time to look after the kid sister, to get her to work, and to make sure there's no inappropriate canoodling between her and her Boy Scout, though I really don't give a rat's posterior of what they're up to; they're old enough to make their own decisions, whatever those are.  So I'm here in Bellwood, after driving last night during Kaylee's dinner time (made for a very angry kitty, but she's happier now..

Sacrastovoyance, at its best (worst?):  Capt. Pharmacy called me yesterday, about two hours before his exam, after I just spent about $70 on food b/c the parents were originally going to be out in Yuppyshire yesterday.  He expressed surprised at the fact that the parents actually made plans to visit me (never happens, seriously), and I said, "Yeah, I still don't expect it to happen in real life."  I think sarcastoyance inadvertently cursed Capt. Prescription-filler into a barrier.  And now he's w/o a car, though the insurance will get him a rental for a little while.

And Father Fiction just emailed me and asked if I could housesit more, until the 23rd.  >_<

oy fucking vey.