doing the shuffle

No, it is not a dance but what my life has become in its limited way.  I shuffle from the bed to the bathroom to take a shower back to the bed to the kitchen back to the bed to the laundry room (thankfully next to the kitchen) and back to the bed.  Over and over, round and round.  From a woman who used to spent 8 or 10 hours a day in courtrooms all over the state it is a pathetic statement of what survival means.