Three weeks in Italy. Unfortunately, you get pretty depressed coming
home.

Doing something productive. Clean out the fridge, sort papers, do your
taxes. Heck, you were in a lousy mood anyway.

A judicious sampling from my European Aspirin Collection.

A good book (though sadly neither David Rakoff's nor Joe Keenan's
qualifies).

Visiting friends. Getting a compliment. Getting a good price for the
crap I have on eBay.