Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I'm back from three days in New York, visiting with my mother (who was herself visiting from London). cattitude, adrian, and I spent a lot of enjoyable time with my mother and my aunt Lea, and a bit with my cousin Janet. We also walked too much -- my hips were not doing well by Tuesday evening -- and I am going to try to take things easy for a few days.

In some sense we didn't do much. There was a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where we looked at an exhibit called "Making Marvels: Science and Splendor at the Courts of Europe." They have a fine collection of expensive attractive objects, many of them related to science and math: things like a set of fancy compasses for a nobleman who studied geometry. (That's through March 1, if you're going to be in New York and it sounds interesting.)

Other than that, we went down to Greenwich Village in order to buy chocolate at Varsano's, and spent a lot of time just talking, some in our hotel room, some in restaurants, and a lot at my aunt's house.

I am feeling very worn, at least partly because of unrelated pain in my left wrist; I will be getting that looked at tomorrow morning.