Mari and I managed to drive to, through, and from D.C. today to see the cherry blossoms in less than two hours. Here you go.

I raised the bar today at Chipotle, when I dismantled a fajita burrito loaded with no less than chicken, black beans, the requisite green peppers and onions, hot salsa, and even some additional cheese, guacamole, and lettuce. All that survived my strategy and precision were these few mangled condiments:

thirty-eight grains of rice, a severed strand of lettuce, some very stubborn guacamole, and a sliver of red onion; a sum sub-quarter-ounce remainder–a generous estimation.