Marooned on Popo Island

The past few days I've been helping to keep an eye on my grandma (Popo) in her little condo. She's had a couple strokes and doesn't talk much, so when I'm there she often sleeps the whole time and the room becomes a fully furnished box of solitary confinement.

I started to get a bit nutty today on the third day, which is strange in a sense because I usually go out of my way to be a hermit.

Maybe it's harder to be alone outside your own shell.

Or maybe it's her hospital bed that goes BRZTZRTZRTTT every twenty seconds.

She did wake up when my mom came once, and they sang Oh My Darling Clementine together which was really nice and funny to see.