I'm up. Nathaniel has brought me oatmeal and coffee. Lying in bed has become virtually painless, but locomotion has become correspondingly even more precarious. After, clutching the walker with both hands, I have hoisted myself up out of bed, I can barely stand. I can't move either leg.  I get to my urination post at the window, by pivoting and pushing the walker in front of me, then pushing myself up and dragging myself after it with my outstretched arms. Positioning and emptying the plastic yogurt container with one hand on the walker turns into a juggling feat, but so far I've managed to pour its contents into the gravel outside rather than onto the floor inside the window.