I biked to class yesterday in the rain; as the old Corps saying goes, "If it ain't rainin', we ain't trainin'!" It wasn't all that bad; I had a nice jacket and it wasn't raining all that hard.

(The jacket I borrowed from Dad when I was in Illinois for Grandma's memorial service. I have since forgotten to return it.)

Class was nice enough, I chatted with the instructor afterwards (he told me "If you're not a history major, you should switch!"), cycled home through the drizzle, ate a late dinner and went to bed. This morning I got up and unloaded my backpack, so I could file my notes into my class binder.

I take notes on a clipboard, writing with a fountain pen. I love the writing feel of the pen, so much smoother then a ball-point. Today, though, I had cause to regret my decision. It seems my backpack's zipper is not waterproof. And my ink is water-soluable. So my class notes from yesterday are six pages of unintelligable smear.

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