Out with a whimper

Today ends another semester, and as many of them as the Phactor has seen you would think he would get used to the fact that semesters, especially in the spring, always end with an anticlimatic whimper rather than going out with a bang.

I’m not big on fate, but every now and then coincidence provides you with quite a gotcha. Today’s Doonesbury that ran in our local paper, a rerun from years ago, hits so close to home that one is tempted to wonder about higher forces at work. But if such higher forces existed, they’d have way more important things to do than tweak a botanist.