These days I wake up and I flex. On my command they tighten and slightly shift: my quads, my glutes, my hamstrings. On both sides. I won’t get tired of this feeling any time soon. I ask with my mind and my legs answer. What a wonderful feeling of power. Things have gotten so much easier. What used to be tens of small shifts with my arms to move the heavy logs below my waist are single fluid movements with my hands guiding (I’m still not very precise with my aim) or just barely assisting (my right leg still needs some help to lift itself). Legs are heavy and long. I still remember vividly (it was only a couple of months ago) the feeling of being anchored, being trapped in bed. I would lie down and be stuck in each position by my legs. To shift, I would have to sit up completely and use my arms to reposition my legs. I still have to do that some. But most of the time I can glide legs under the covers when rolling from one side to the other. This makes a big difference for how much of the night I spend sleeping. And I’ve been noticing big improvements there. The goal is to be back to needing just six-seven hours, just like the old days.