Darn it, I'm Gonna Live if it Kills Me!

At the end of the summer of '06, when I started moving into my room here at The Duck, there were several items of mine from Sharp left in Dave's room over the summer.  Among them was an African Violet (of unknown origin) which, dispite being left on its side in a dark room for the entire summer was not only alive but blooming.  This plant was then moved to a spot on our kitchen table where it was periodically watered; usually by Melanie when she remembered if she happened to be doing her laundry.  However, around the middle of this year, the violet looked like it was finally through.  Very few of the leaves were still green, and the ones that were had started to die around the edges.  I watered it a couple of times, not really expecting it to survive but lo and behold, when I looked at it today I realized that at the center of the plant, surrounded by dead and shriveled leaves, was a cluster of new growth leaves!  If that isn't an example of Darwin at work I don't know what is.  

On an entirely unrelated note, I've begun packing operations.  I'm sure there will be many people pleased to know that a repeat of my freshman year packup is very unlikely to be needed.  I'll be going home tomorrow and bringing most of my clothes in addition to a number of other items which I will be unlikely to need during the remainder of my time in this appartment.  Saturday night a few more things will be sent home with my family since they are coming up and I'll be going to see a musical with them.  The end goal is to have only a few things left in my room when I get back from backpacking a week from Sunday.  Idealy there will only be one trip worth of things to go.  But since when do I ever manage to execute a plan in the ideal way.  

And the last item of interest.  My PCs have finaly arrived at the edge of destiny for good or evil and on Friday we will finaly see how it plays out.  Emily will be here to take on the roll of Lyra and depending on how things go the plot may thicken in unexpected ways.  Hopefully I will be prepared for all the possible unexpected things that could happen, but for as much work as I put into creating the world, the world creates itself even more.  It's eerie, sometimes I don't feel like I'm quite in control of my own universe.  And now having said that I think I will have worred my players enough for this post.