Who's tired?...

I think I need to re-evaluate who's the one putting up the excuses not to exercise, Bob or me. By 5pm, I'm ready to go to bed. Have you every seen a picture of a battery that shows how much battery-life is left? By 5pm, my battery-life is well into the "red" zone. It's easy for me to command Bob to exercise, and then, sit back to watch or count repetitions. :-/

I think the country song that says, "I need a vacation from my life" applies to me right now. It might be called "burned" out. Yeah, that's it. It always feels better when you put a label to how you feel.

Bob is moving right along. You know, at one point, I read that after six to eight months of a stroke recovery progression is so slow that on might think that the top level of recovery has been met, and that is it. But, with Bob, I still see recovery progressing everyday.

Bob did the memory games on mymsmyway.com. He moved up a level; whereas, last week he had a difficult time remember what he was supposed to do on the pre-beginner level. woo-hoo!