Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Babysitting went smoothly, and for some strange reason my back didn't hurt.  I may be getting fitter or at least used to lugging around a baby.  We worked around the rain this morning and managed two strolls anyway.  I even read a bit, when the fellow was napping.  I'm into a new Linsey Barclay mystery, about falling elevators in NYC, and it's an awful lot of fun.  Of course, now I may refuse to ever get on an elevator again, now that I know people do die on them and there are accidents each year.  Still, the odds are in favor of that not happening.  Ah, I was just thinking, wouldn't an elevator be nice for babysitting?  Or even at home.  I actually have a neighbor with an elevator, and boy, is it nice.  But for the foreseeable future my little legs are going to have to do the job.  Darn!