In the evening, I ran to a customer's house to switch over sprinkler lines. Jack came with. The customer lives south, and it reminded me why I always run north. The roads are so much busier in that direction. I had to go up on the sidewalk, and trying to keep things smooth for the baby with all the cracks and curb cuts was inconvenient compared to running in the road. It's strange how some part of my livelihood is contingent on somebody's inability to rotate a knob to the right and left a quarter of a turn. The crocs made blisters on the pivot for the strap. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I don't think they'll matter in shoes, which I'll be wearing for a long run tomorrow. | 