Yes. that's more what I have in mind, Charley. They require a lot less maneuvering space that a regular wheelchair, plus they more easily foldup for transport.

As expected, the white stuff outside at 6:30 a.m. is mostly gone except for a few traces on the deck near the house. Still, it was annoying.

Right now I'm a bit...I don't know what. I seem to be having a mild panic attack for no apparent reason. I took a clonazapam for this undercurrent of anxiety. I'm at a loss to understand it. I really need to go to the credit union and take care of a couple matters (all good -- there should be no anxiety involved). I just ate something in case my early morning bagel sans cream cheese wasn't enough. I had another "normal" morning in bed sipping tea, reading my book, and petting a very heavy red cat who insisted on sitting on my bum knee (and putting at least three times his normal weight there). I need to be in a better state for cover letter composition, etc.

Why does the body insist on doing things entirely at odds with the brain? Ach!

Linn