Grandma (not Satan) told my dad this morning at 6am that she wants to move out. She's unhappy because she doesn't like being chauffeured around and having to abide by said chauffeurs work schedules.
She also announced that she's got her eye on a convertible. (Yes, this is the woman with double vision who's had several accidents - None her fault!!! - in the past few years.)
My mom said they're circling the wagons and getting dad's siblings involved. The only other place she could go would be assisted living, and she doesn't want to go anywhere but her own apartment.
Once again, I'm glad I'm 1500 miles away.