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So according to the doctor, the reason that my hand wasn't getting better is because it's broken. Just a little chip. But if I'd broken the bone just below it, it would have required surgery to fix.

They gave me a wrist brace to wear for another couple of weeks, which has caused every single person I get within 100 feet of to stop and say "Omigod what happened to your hand?"

Many of them assume it's carpal tunnel, which is, well, not unreasonable. When the doctor told me I should keep this thing on, I was worried about being able to write and type. He said "You must be a grad student."

There's really something about spring.

The first round of flowers is beginning to fade, the daffodils and magnolias, and others are coming out in their place. I suppose I will be blogging flowers for a while.

I passed by the vegetarian co-op one night and decided to say hi. Ended up sitting on the porch in the warm spring air, talking about big cookware and the west coast. They offered me a piece of a chocolate mousse-type cake. It tasted squashy. "What's in this?" I asked. "Sweet potatoes."

Suddenly I'm spending a lot more time around people, nice people, mafia and games late into the night, running-around-the-table ping-pong, theorems about knots on the whiteboard of the coffeehouse, a waterfight in an undergrad cafeteria, barefoot kickball in the sun on a warm Sunday afternoon. (Why am I playing kickball? I hate sports...)

Even an outing to Manhattan for hustle, with my right wrist packaged up and all.

Brunch this morning was festive, the dining hall all decked out in white tablecloths and potted flowers in celebration of the "spring holiday" that just happened to be today. At the end the grad students calmly progressed out again with hyacinths and dwarf daffodils stolen from the tables, like a ceremonial procession of flowers.

I need to find an advisor by the end of the month, which is fun because it involves talking about interesting new (to me) problems, and scary because I need more guidance than I'm getting.

Sowing some seeds, reaping others.