Soon after I spot a shadow in the dark. Grandma is in the kitchen, completely unawares, nibbling on crackers wrapped in noisy plastic. She is in her own world--it's really like I am watching her from behind glass--and with her pronounced hunch, dark eyes, and funny nibbly mouth movements, looks more squirrel than human. By the sideways movements of her head I can tell that's she's searching for something, looking all around the counter. She eventually ends this and shuffles back to her room. As she passes she says into the pitch black:
"Speed, bonnie boat...like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that is born to be King
Over the sea to Skye."
She may have been dreaming, sleepwalking. Or may I have dreamed all this???