Though my thoughts are mired in the muck of what’s going on in the basement I managed to enjoy a spur-of-the-moment afternoon visit to downtown Washington D.C. over the weekend (which by the way, reaffirmed one of the great things about living here.).   We hopped on the metro from a station not too far from our house and after all the necessary stops we were making our way into The Smithsonian’s Freer and Arthur M. Sackler galleries an hour later (https://www.freersackler.si.edu/) I had no particular agenda other than to get out of my head.  As we moved in unhurried fashion from room to room I felt the tension of the previous day over the issues with my son slowly ebb.  The universe must…