No, I don’t see myself using a walker. I think it would be more of a hindrance than a help, honestly. On the occasions that I do fall, a walker would be of no help to me; in fact, I could see me dinging myself up even worse. They’re situations were where a walker wouldn’t physically fit the surroundings to prevent my own big feet getting tangled up together or losing my balance from the neuropathy. Put me on a level surface, I may move slow, but I can get from Point A to Point B, as long as I can stop every hundred feet or so. Like grocery shopping: I have my hands on the cart handle. I don’t need a walker or one of those robo-scooters. As long as I can take it at my own pace, I do OK. But my feet will get tired after a fashion. Not a lot of fun for a guy who used to walk a mile on a mezzanine track before getting on a treadmill not so many years ago. The Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom Room is one of the spare bedrooms where I set up 29 and 110 gallon freshwater aquariums, multiple tropical plants, Mother-In-Law Tongue, a Hawaiian forest Ti plant about 3’x 3’ that I started from a bare stalk 28 years ago, as well as several dwarf fruit trees (Key lime, two varieties of orange, and Meyer lemon). The Ti plant went through the fire, and was one of a thousand things I cried over when I saw the damage done. It was on the porch outside, but got burned to the dirt, and the pot was melted. I moved the root ball into a small container, and lo and behold, it re-sprouted, and now it’s a full three feet tall again. It’s still a work in progress - I really want to finish it with wicker furniture - but it’s my designated ‘Zen’ room in the house. Peaceful. Quiet. But alive and breathing. A place to read a book and let the whole room push back at the world. No computers. Maybe an ambient sound generator in the corner.