Friday, March 23, 2012.
Robe Day.
Ella Brennan once told me that now and then she needed a "robe day." That's when you don't get dressed or leave the house, just stay in your robe, drink coffee, and catch up on all the jobs, mail, and phone calls that you know need attention, but that don't cry out for it as loudly as the items on your daily routine. "The best part of robe day is that it gives you time to think," Ella says. It clearly works. Ella is probably the most accomplished restaurateur in the annals of the business in New Orleans.
I don't own a robe, but in my style of home attire (oxford shirt, chinos, shoes and socks--but no tie) I took a robe day today. It's not as great a contrast as it was for Ella, but it worked. I left the house only for a couple of walks with the dog and the cat. Lunch was a bowl of Brennan's turtle soup, now running low. Radio show from my desk. Dinner: a slice of the pizza we took home from Carmelo two weeks ago. The other fourteen hours: hardly worth telling, but a lot of items got checked off my long and growing list.
