A day or 2 later, a block or 2 farther. Yeah.

Out the front door. Turn right. Walk in the street. Hustle. Aiming to the Chase bank on Rockville. Trying to find a back way in, so I can walk to it. Left at the mailbox. Looking to the right for a street to take me farther south. No luck. Zigzag through parking lots, get within sight of Rockville. No more concrete. Head out across grass lot. Hard pushing rollator in grass. Get to a sort of alley. Another grass lot. Burger King. It is on Rockville. For a while there I was a little verklempt. Afraid I bit off more than I could chew. Thought, well, if I had to ask, someone would help me. Didn't recognize anything. Kept going. Cut through BK lot, across grass, passed in back of the strip with Pizza place, wholesale market, liquor store. Knew where I was finally. Phew! Right out of that lot into the street that goes to my place. Made it. Feel good. 

I realize that if I took the streets, I might make it across Rockville eventually and to a restaurant there. A destination. Or the gas station on the other corner where I used to get a DC with crushed ice. Something to look forward to. A goal, a raison d'être, probably a pitiful one, but better than none. 

A small victory, but mine own.

A Half hour later, I  go out and do a once around the building.

Now it's 5P, and I can barely drag myself around. But tomorrow is another day.