This morning in front of a breathess crowd ((well, in front of Matt the Physical Therapist), I sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stamped on a weight scale with my right hind hoof.

Not much happened, so Matt adjusted the height of the bed a few times, and I finally put 40 pounds on the scale for a minute or two, a quarter of my body weight.

Emboldened by success, I later dragged the shower chair away from the toilet using my right foot, washed my hands in the sink, and slowly emerged triumphantly on my own from the bathroom instead of being pushed by a CNA (who wanted to know what I was doing out loose on the shower chair's little shopping cart wheels).

Tune in next week for the daring attempt to reach 80 pounds.