WHAT DAY IS IT? I used to have a ritual where I would meet my girlfriends who live on the Upper East Side at the reservoir in Central Park, and we’d take a long walk, five or six miles. But now I don’t have a routine, man. That’s the truth. I think what’s happened is that nobody knows what day of the week it is; whether it’s Tuesday or Sunday, it all feels the same. I sort of stay home. Right now, my 21-year-old daughter is home with us from school. If she doesn’t have a friend with her, she might take me out to lunch. I’m OK with eating outside on the sidewalk, but there are buses roaring by, and that’s sort of nerve-racking. I’d like to be cool with it, but I’m not.

SECRET SAUCE We were at our house in California for a long time. My husband didn’t leave for about six or seven months. That was the longest time he hadn’t been on a plane since he was 16 or 17. Now he’s here with me. I think if you want to stay married, you better do things together. That’s the secret sauce. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but too much and the heart wanders,” or something like that. Also, it feels weird not to be together. I was in Nashville for a week, and now we’re here to deal with some stuff and figure out when we’ll move back to California.

Source: New York Times

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