After waiting 71 minutes in my room to be transferred from the wheelchair to the bed, I said to hell with it and rolled out of my room to get some fresh air, a childish but satisfying act of rebellion.
As usual, I was lucky.
After cranking my wheelchair up to 3.8 mph, I noticed a fine rabbit next to the sidewalk around the building and stopped to admire it for quite a while. The rabbit eyed me suspiciously, but soon went back to browsing the grass and weeds, letting me enjoy the spectacle at a distance of about 15 feet.
When the rabbit finished gobbling the grass and slow-hopped onto the gravel, where its fur was excellent camouflage, I set off again, finished my lap around the building, rolled down the hallways to my room, and was quickly put to bed after being asked how long I'd been waiting.
