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Today my worldbuilding class will be looking at life cycles. We're going to discuss how the life of a character has to be influenced by the shape of society and their place in it. My notes are all printed and I have a much better method for teaching it than the one I used last week. I wasn't happy with the way I taught last Sunday, at all. It just didn't suit the particular class.

I've also got my in-tray down to ten emails, which is nearing miracle levels.

And I have a complete route for the sugar-train-that-never-quite-existed. My mother lives in the middle of what were supposed to be sugar fields!

That was my Sunday morning. Fuelled by much strong coffee.

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I want to take a moment and gloat.

Normally weather-sense is such a pain. Headaches and miseries. That sort of pain. Migraines. Joints I want to disown.

Today, though, the aches meant I knew rain was coming. I went shopping at the precise moment I should have walked to the bus. I was undercover for all but a few paces of a very generous and long downpour. I was home an hour late, but the rain kept going and going and going. One bus broke down. The water lay deep on the roads. And all I had to endure was a light spattering.

My book and papers are dry. I didn't have time for dinner before my evening meeting, but that was my family's doing, not the rain's. Just for once, I have the right body for the moment.