Last day of vacation. Went to the Guggenheim for the Kandinsky exhibit, then WD-50 for dinner (where we overheard a waiter disingenuously saying to another table that he doesn't know why people think it's a molecular gastronomy joint).

I could use another week to clean, declutter, mend, sort, and meditate. But Leonard has been trying to convince me that my vacation wasn't wasted. I visited three museums (New York Historical Society, Cooper-Hewitt, & Guggenheim) plus the old World's Fair grounds, had three fancy dinners out (Craft, Blue Hill, & WD-50), hosted a New Year's party, visited friends in Connecticut, spent lots of time with friends in Manhattan and Queens (including a storyreading), posted some blog entries, fiddled with my N900, recorded some video & played with PiTiVi, recorded an anthem for the International Year of Natural Fibres, read random RSS feeds/magazines/book chapters, listened to a bunch of podcasts, sorted email, donated to charities, put up a bunch of old interviews, socially bookmarked some misc links I had lying around, and watched One, Two, Three (again) and several Psych episodes. Most of this was quality time with Leonard, too.

Writing all that out assuages my anxiety a little.