Directional orientation has never been my strong suit. The proverbial saying "could get lost in a paper bag" was, I'm convinced, invented to describe me. So I was pretty impressed with myself today when I had to take the Bean back for her follow-up appointment with the dermatologist at the hospital and successfully navigated from my house to the clinic parking garage, down three levels, across the sky bridge, up one level, through the maze of corridors to the purple elevators, and finally to clinic 3K, all the while only making one slight wrong turn that was easily corrected. I'm sure I will have completely forgotten the route for her next appointment in May.