I was enjoying the beautiful, sunny, 85-degree day yesterday on the softball field -- that is, until I jammed my thumb diving for a ball. I have broken a bone in my hand doing the same thing before, and I was a little worried I might have done so again. Fortunately, a few x-rays later, I learned that it was not broken, just badly sprained at the bottom knuckle. So, I now have a highly fashionable splint covering my slowly purpling, sausage-esque thumb. But, it should be good as new in a few weeks! Maybe in time for the madly anticipated softball playoffs?