precisely where they should be, I reward myself for my efforts , and for completing another show earlier in the day, by dining at Il Fornaio. Regardless of what I consume there , I always order a serving of tiramisu to go
Thursday
Breakfast - Tiramisu for breakfast! What foresight
Morning, Lunch & Afternoon – It’s Farmers’ Market day down at the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero , with everything from organic crops via lo cal farms and ranches, to fresh- made samplings from the city’s top che fs. Invariably , I go for tacos!
Tea - Cherry scone with lemon curd… love!
Dinner & Evening – I nibble and nosh on freebies from the Farmers’ Market before dashing out to my Tantric Yoga class. What happens at Tantric Yoga stays at Tantric Yoga
Friday
Breakfast - One of my favorite treats – I skip on over to Mill Valley for breakfast at Dipsea Cafe on Shoreline – Chicken Apple Sausage Ben edict with onions, peppers and < gas p> cilantro Hollandaise!
Morning - Usually spent window shopping and playing with apps on my iPhone, simultaneously, and for no real reason that I can fathom
Lunch - More of the week’s leftovers, which by this time are threatening mutiny
Afternoon - Last bit of reading for the week, generally a bestseller mystery
Tea - Shortbread cookies filled with raspberry and apricot jams
Dinner - I head to the Steam Donkey at Pinecrest Lake Resort for a relaxing waterfront dinner with a great menu. May I recommend the fresh grilled salmon with lemon basil butter?
Evening - Late night play online. Back in school, and when I was new to the workforce, I would always go out Thursday night... all night. As a result , I got in the habit of staying in Friday nights. And the habit stuck. To this day, I love reserving Friday nights for lounging at home , and just sort of futzing around and catching up with friends and fans online
Saturday
Breakfast - I bound out of bed ridiculously early on Saturdays, well rested and far too excited to remain horizontal a moment longer. An English muffin with peanut butter to eat in the car with one stop at Starbucks for a Grande Mocha , and I am set for the drive into the city
Morning - Tai Chi in Washington Park by St Peter & Paul’s Church with the exquisite Chinese ladies with whom I’ve anonymously shared Saturday mornings for years
Lunch - While awaiting my favorite treat of the week, I indulge in a respite at Kamala spa. The treatment rooms feel like Indian tents, with yards of rich-colored fabric draping the ceilings and walls. The spa is known for its ninety-minute Abhyan ga Four Hands (two therapists) Massage and each treatment room boasts its own small steam room. Girard Winery Zinfandel and Chardonnay , as well as dosha-balancing teas are available throughout the process. Not too shabby
Afternoon Tea - I rotate tea spots, usually bouncing between Neiman Marcus’ rotunda, Lovejoy’s, Crown & Crumpet and the Fairmont . But my mecca is tea at the Palace Hotel in the nearly unbearably gorgeous Garden Court that used to serve as the carriage garage, dirt floor and all, when the luxury hotel opened more than a century ago. Tea consists of delicate finger sandwiches, scones, Devonshire cream, lemon curd and rose petal jam, plus a harp serenade – truly heaven on earth
Dinner & Evening - This is my one full day to spend in the city , and I love to play tourist and breathe in the sights and sounds of the place where so many have left their heart, including me. So if I have tickets for a show here, or at least no plans elsewhere, I go to one of my favorite haunts , such as Masa. I always go by myself and am surrounded by gussied-up couples or buttered-up clients and their bill-footing teeth-whitened sales reps. Some diners throw me pitying glances when they observe I’m alone. Most are t oo embroiled in romance or deal making to notice me. I prefer the lat ter
Sunday
Breakfast - Just