Sunday Routine is the column I read every Sunday while James flips pancakes and the water boils for my tea. In it, I read about the lives of New Yorkers, some famous (Edie Falco, Al Sharpton, Betsey Johnson, Pete Hamill), some not so, as they are interviewed about how they spend their
Sundays. Reading the Sunday routine column, eating pancakes—this is my Sunday routine. After eating breakfast, James and I go our separate ways, doing what must be done and we meet up again for dinner. Recently I read about a CEO of a fashion retail chain. He begins his day with an hour long mediation, follows it with a cup of chai, reads magazines, plays backgammon with his wife, drives his Ferrari to pick up bagels, goes on a bike ride and has lunch with friends. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a day that combined so many pleasures within one 24-hour period.