My Sunday Routine

I love Sundays in Washington, especially since with all the newspaper cutbacks and downsizings, literally, the Washington Post Sunday edition is light enough that I can lift it with my brackets with ease, and the narrow paper fits just right on my screens. It all makes for a leisurely morning: a good cup of coffee, waffles, the Best Buy inserts, and then off to worship.

Oh, I'm not religious or anything. That's just what we in the Obama Administration call working at the White House on Sunday.

It's not that bad an assignment, really. Work is light, and late in the afternoon, when most people have gone home, I can take my daily constitutional through the Rose Garden. Though I've had to stop using that word to describe my speed-walking regime. Last time I mentioned it in the Commissary, I was told Gregory Craig and the Counsel guys just hate to hear the term "constitutional" used around the West Wing.