Sunday mornings are for books, black coffee, and the Times.
I still manage to find a way to work every day, but I try to take Sunday mornings for myself. Most of my friends aren't up before noon anyway, and even the rest of the city seems to sleep in an extra bit before the start of their next week. Early Sunday mornings are the best times to be up and out in New York. At least for a paper and take out coffee anyway. Then back to bed until it’s time to do something real.