I’m almost to month four, this is the best description of my condition: My wife frequently forgets I’m injured, because I can do most everything now. I can drive, walk across town to pick the kids up at daycare. Going downstairs to do laundry is no longer an odyssey. I’m not limping around the office anymore — my walk is nearly normal — so all my coworkers have forgotten, except those on the soccer team.
While others don’t notice, this last month has been the most painful except for the week or two after the surgery. Now that I can walk and crank on the PT exercises, I do. I can participate in the Saturday cleaning frenzy, so I do. Consequently, I’m pretty sore by the end of the day.
My only words of wisdom from this month: Don’t take these blogs to seriously and don’t compare my progress to yours. Your injury and recovery may not be comparable to mine all. At last post, I’d systematically analyzed when other people tossed the boot, and decided I was "late". Well, I tossed the boot, most precipitously. It was great to drive, but I went crying back to mamma FP Walker (my boot) in just 3 days. My doctor can say "I told you so."
(I wore the boot for all long walks for the next few weeks, and am finally able to walk a mile or two without it).
Other milestones:
Three weeks ago, I could finally hold my weight on my bad right foot, after the left helped me tiptoe. I was so excited I did it all day long … and hit the ice pack hard that night 
Two weeks ago, I discovered I was passing people on the sidewalks.
One week ago, I kept up with a co-worker walking quickly straight up 3 blocks of a steep hill. (And hit the icepack and the ibuprofen that night.)
This week, I’m walking for pleasure again. I’ve been biking for a few weeks, and might just hike this weekend.