I believe in the Tuesdays and Wednesdays of life, the tuna sandwich lunches and TV after dinner. I believe in coffee with hot milk and peanut butter toast, Rose wine in summer and Burgundy in winter.
I am not in love with holidays, birthdays—nothing special— and weekends are just days numbered six and seven, though my love dozing over TV golf while I work the Sunday puzzle might be all I need of life and all I ask of heaven.