"You Look Relaxed."

That's what Adam said to me when he arrived home after work today.

Hm, I guess it's because I've been kicking back the past two days and checking out completely from what my friend Tony Fouhse calls 'the endless business of living.'

So far, I have gone to the Takorean truck (twice!) for caramelized tofu tacos stuffed with napa-romaine slaw, lime crema, sriracha, fresh cilantro and toasted sesame seeds.

I've also visited an invitational show on American Craft at the Renwick Gallery (which is right across from the Whitehouse and about a ten minute walk from our place). Oooh! What an incredible show. There were glazed ceramic food sculptures (pale peaches and bulbous squashes topped with pink lychees) by a neurosurgeon who took up ceramics as his avocation to avoid stress. And steam-bent wooden furniture, crafted using the principles of boat-building. Also, stained-glass windows inspired by punk and postmodernism. Great space, great craft. I also saw the book 'Making Stuff' in their gift shop, which is the first in a series of DIY books by Black Dog Publishing in England. Notable, to me, because I contributed to the second one, 'Growing Stuff,' with a primer on urban root cellaring.

And then I made an impromptu visit to the Foggy Bottom Farmer's Market in my neighbouhood, loading my purse up with purple asparagus, a bunch of baby white radishes and foil-wrapped steamed Chinese buns, stuffed with slippery shiitake caps, duck fat-fried onions, spicy homemade haixian sauce and little leaves of spinach.

And now I'm off for a long soaker in our deep bathtub that has armrests and a backrest and marble surround. I'm so lucky. And yes, I am relaxed. Yes. I am.