I'm contemplating life as a spy. After a day spent at the Spy Museum (DC), there doesn't seem to be a much cooler profession. Of course, the down side is torture and death; so, a risk-adverse person, like myself, will need to ponder the situation carefully.

After the Spy Museum, we had a quick lunch at Zola's (excellent sorbet). Then, a nap, brisk stroll to Union Station, and delightful dinner with L & R at Matchbox on H St. Sadly, all visits must end, so we set our alarms and prepared to travel home on Wednesday.

It will likely be a long time (or, at least several months) before I head back to DC, again. In the mean-time, if you run across me in an unusual locale, don't make eye contact or call my name. After all, I may be under cover!