Yesterday I left work and went to the one place in town that I can always count on for peace, the Sackler Museum of Art.

It was bedlam.

I’ve never seen that many people there. Not even cumulatively in the history of the museum have that many people been there, let alone visiting all at once. It was a horrible, loud, perfume-drenched crush of old ladies – several busloads of them from the looks of it.

I was extremely agitated when I got home. Husband suggested that there was a Buddhist lesson to be learned from the whole experience, but the best I could come up with was “Never turn into one of those.” I don’t think that’s what he meant at all.

This morning, because he’s such a swell kid, Husband took me back to the museum (such a luxury to live less than 10 minutes away, I know) and we enjoyed the Himalayas with far fewer disturbances. Better hurry, it leaves January 11th and you’ll be sorry you missed it if you don’t go.