7 am I got out the door, once again without my running buddy. It wasn't the TV that kept her home, but Littlest Pet Shop. Those things are so much fun. She was busy cutting out little pieces of paper and making props for them; who can blame her? The advantage of not having a running buddy is you can make lots of random turns. Some of those turns head uphill, which makes running buddy less enthusiastic. Before long I found myself on the BST, running around, wishing for water, although 'twas cooler this morning than the last two. I got up on the wrong level, and thought I was heading south to Cheese Park and the drinking fountain; alas, I arrived at Northern Hills. I came close to drinking out of a nearby spigot, but I was concerned the homeowner would get mad at me, so I returned thirsty. I did pause at Parrish Creek to soak my shirt. Recovery jam toast. | 