i have finally succumbed to my own version of corona madness. in my case this is manifesting as an inability to sleep, because i have to keep singing 'mountains of mourne'. this is the song i sang my grampa, when he was dying. i am upset about the old people alone in care homes

in my head, if i keep singing, then they will know somehow. what kind of stupid shit is that? its all tied up, isnt it, with our own memories. i never knew, by the end, if my grampa could hear me, either. i just kept singing anyway. now its come back, in this strange way