29 minutes + a couple. Should have made this yesterday - I knew at the time it would be a more energetic result and maybe even a therapeutic process, but it brought up all the weird autobio questions about mining your pain for art, and besides, I needed to sleep! My grandad is much better today, but it’s still a weird time. It’s never felt as strange having American grandparents in Donegal as in medical settings - at home everybody knows them and they have their role in the town for 25 years, but once it’s time to go to hospital, we’re just the shower of odd Americans singing hymns in a room off A&E (and I’m American by association).