I walked into grandma's room. As usual the air was thick with incense smoke, weed and all her usual weird stuff. I could literally perceive all kinds of weird smells, from good to I don't even know; weird or funny.
"Grandma, it's muggy in here" I said fanning the air.
From her armchair and with a piercing look, she said
"This is my sanctuary, not a weather station, you can see yourself out".
I laughed and backed out of her so called sanctuary. Just before I shut the door , I leaned in, "Grandma you are too old for this shit".
From the hall way, all I could hear was her chuckles and her usual playful cussing.
