Anyway, more snarky (is that the termI'm lookibng for?) observations about life later. One last story before I go. Julio dida very good boy today. Yes, I know that's awful grammar. Anyway, I told him to find the stairs. I was only half paying attention and realized that we had passed the stairs already. I told him to halt and he did. Then, I swear, he licked my hand and wagged his tail as if to say "Trust me, Mom. You coming or not?". So, just to see what he'd do, I decided to follow him. There my boy was, leading me to the elevators. What a smart puppy. I need to take the elevators more, but it's hard to give up the speed and control of the stairs.