Robb seems to be having more, not less, difficulty walking lately. He finds that the has less energy and more discomfort these days than previously. This is, as you may imagine, quite demoralizing.
Today may be Robb's last session of physician-authorized physical therapy. Considering how few sessions most people get with a therapist (thanks to some major "reforms" to California's Workers' Compensation Insurance), Robb has been very fortunate to have been able to do as much work with therapists as he has. Still, this doesn't really feel like a graduation. It feels more like having your family run out of money half-way through your college education. You didn't pass, you didn't fail, you're just finished.
I've been battling a summer cold or allergies, and have been not making much headway in my Puppy Palaces Project. I need to get this finished, but it just keeps growing in complexity. And the worst part is that like much of what I do, nobody but another painter will have any idea how much work went into this silly project.