In my opinion

I would rather walk the 1076 steps to the top of this arch in St. Louis

than try to lift these plastic rings from one side to the other with a 5 pound weight on my left wrist.

I did it with a 2 pound weight today and had tears in my eyes. This rehab stuff is extremely difficult. It's not natural to me to not be able to do what I want with my arm and to literally not be able to lift 2 pounds without crying is as foreign to me as loving cheese.

It's hard both physically and mentally.

In other daily happenings, Jacob got in the spirit of the day with green food coloring for his grits. Looks appetizing, huh?