“It’s the kind of place that makes a bum feel like a king. And it makes a king feel like some nutty, cuckoo, super-king.”

by chuckofish

Well, guess who had Monday off and forgot that today was Wednesday, not Tuesday? That’s right, Daughter #1. So apologies for the late-in-the-day post. I hope that logging on to the internet and finding no fresh post didn’t set your day off on a downward trend.

As you may know, I was in Washington, DC last week for a work-related conference. The first two days I was in town, it was lovely and sunny and the city looked nice and bustling. The second two days featured rain and cold winds and had the opposite effect.

The fancy event of the conference was held at the Museum of Women in the Arts, which was filled with lots of important art including Frida Kahlo’s self portrait dedicated to Trotsky and the below:

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The joke is too obvious. Maybe that’s the point?

The best part of the trip (and one of the main reasons I wanted to go at all) was getting to see my sister, DN, and their lovely apartment. Sleeping in a guest room (!) and not on an air mattress in the living room was a major upgrade and much appreciated. They are wonderful hosts and it was a delight to spend time with them on their turf.

Of course after almost four full days in the nation’s capital, I was ready to return to Missouri’s small-town capital, the land of no traffic and open skies. We may not have copious farm-to-table restaurant options, but we do have two Burger Kings.

*Simpsons Reference.