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New mathematical knowledge is elusive.

However, tomorrow is my birthday, and it is snowing like crazy here and that makes me feel special and loved. (Yes, by the weather. Deal.) When I was a kid the tradition was to get up early on my birthday and go sledding, if there was any snow. There pretty much aren't hills in Chicago, and I've been very lazy lately with a cold and cramps, and that probably won't be different tomorrow morning. So sledding is right out. But I feel all happy and special anyway.

And, happy early birthday, Debbie!