Progress !?  I have to admit to progress.  But when you mix in too much impatience then progress becomes anxiety.  I am at the stage where I play tricks on myself.  I feel good enough to move this way or to try that and immediately I know that I am not 'there' yet.  My time table just isn't obvious.  But at least I am doing almost a days worth of work.  I feel so slow, but I'm not sure that I was ever any faster when I was whole.  So I start to feel more positive and then when I do that then my should starts to throb or ache or just hurt and I wonder where I really am.  My home teacher called this morning to ask about the blessing that he gave me last Thursday night.  I know that going from excruciating to just severe pain is a major step forward.  But that subject can be another whole topic of thought and discussion.  So I just try to back off and take it as it comes.  I am in a routine.  2 Ibuprofan 3 times a day and my generic Lortab before I go to bed.  Each day continues to be an adventure, but only different in style and actual substance (in my case: pain) from any of your circumstances.  When Robert broke his Sears tool a 2nd time I wondered if I was any worse off then him.  So I hope and pray for all of you, and my shoulder and wonder about how it will be different in the next act of this three part play.