I didn't get to the park; sometimes I'm caught by regulars on route, and today was like the seagull scene in Finding Nemo.
Sometimes this is exhausting, because I try to be polite with all, but I *really* don't like when people won't let go of my hand/arm, or when they badger me to finish a tinto to try to "do me the courtesy" of buying me another. (Lots of lonely people who don't see me as more than a gender role.)
But in the middle of today's setback of a throng there was one fellow... 1/2
(Tomorrow I'll leave earlier and avoid all this. Today I made the mistake of trying to answer correspondence before a run!)
(Note to self ... Buy @MLClark an electric cattle prod for her next birthday ...)
@MLClark be safe on that run!