6:58 a.m.: Sun creeping through blinds. Decide to get some exercise. Decide to get up immediately. Decide not just now.
12:45 p.m.: Drag yourself out of bed, put on something snuggly, some nice Kona, a good classical music station, nothing too ambitious.
1:01 p.m.: Deep voice from kitchen says your omelet is ready.
1:03 p.m.: Reply that a mimosa would be good about now.
1:04 p.m.: Mmmmm. It is.
1:28 p.m.: Announce that you cannot eat another bite. Small sigh.
1:34 p.m.: Flip through newspaper, aimlessly.
1:38 p.m.: Establish strict, but arbitrary criteria: no reviews unless they are scathing and about people you’ve already decided you dislike. Resolve to read every syllable in travel section and skip business section. Flatly refuse to do crossword unless answer to 26 Down is “clavicord.”
1:49 p.m.: In middle of article
about nothing much, the man who cooked your breakfast begins touching your foot with his. Complain that he never lets you read in peace.
7:09 p.m.: Wake up (again). You are both upstairs. He is sound asleep, wearing apparently one sock only. You turn on soft light, resume reading travel section.
The Sunday Times Suit (No. 1434).
Soft, snuggly, habit-forming. 100% washable cotton. (Outside surface is soft, teased fleece.) V-neck. Six-button front, drawstring cord. Price: $99.
Women’s sizes: XS, S, M, L.
Colors: True Red, Green.
