Back from the precipice...

This afternoon I walked around campus with beautiful sunshine on my shoulders and tears welling in my eyes. I had just told my piano teacher I couldn't play the Brahms, and she had sent me away to rest for another week. I'm glad she did, but somehow, being turned away without a lesson, which to me usually feels like therapy, nearly made me cry like a little girl.

(Note to self: stop typing with both hands! Left wrist hurts too much.)

But the good news is that I no longer have two crises to deal with. I met with my reasearch advisor, and we've got a plan, which I can now execute and be done with it.

In other news, I'm spending waaay too much of my time buggering around on the internet. So I should go.