Mostly, I went to see the butterflies at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum.
Going to the Smithsonian is sort of like visiting an old friend.
I seem to remember Henry from when I was a kid.
And the Enid A. Haupt Garden was coming to life.
I was back home by 2:30 to so. 5 miles. 9,000 steps. That seems to be my limit at the moment. The weather isn’t looking too great tomorrow. So, I may stay home.