FRESH AIR Around 9, we load the dogs into our car and take them to Randalls Island, which is a three-minute drive away. We would walk, but Bruno is a super-slow walker, and it would take us forever to get there. We all walk around the island for an hour and take in the fresh air.

PASTA RUN Every other Sunday, we have dinner with family and friends. It’s at our house or at my friend’s house next door, Brian Robinson. He’s a floral designer, and we used to live in the same building in the East Village over a decade ago. I moved to the Bronx first, and he followed me two years later. Usually we do a potluck, and I head to Borgatti’s to buy pasta for the meal. The store has been around for 80 years, and all the pastas are house-made. I get fettuccine or ravioli; the pumpkin and spinach kinds are both to die for.