Beginning of the End?

So my phone rings in the middle of the night last night.  Never a good sign, right?  Well, it turns out to be my dad's girlfriend (DG).  Drunk, of course, I'm sure.  So I let it ring. She calls a total of 3 times between 2:30 and 4:30, and her last call is a pleading, slurred call with the phrases: "down to a few days now," "called the state," "yer dad's not doing well," "I'm drunk but not THAT drunk," and on and on.  Nearest I can figure is one of 2 scenarios:


1.  My granny is on her last legs, which I have been expecting for awhile.  In which case shit's going down and life is going to suck for a little while.


2.  DG is on a rampage and trying to elicit my sympathy and commiseration, which she will not get, and then life will suck for awhile.


Why so cold and cavalier, you may ask?  Ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?  Yeah, that's her in 2011.  Since my dad hasn't called, I'll let them sleep a little longer before I call and get the scoop.