Shipwrecked: 4) Create a Routine

You probably already have a pandemic/quarantine routine. But how is it working for you?

I had one. It was, more or less:

* Wake up before the alarm with my mind churning with all the thoughts I hadn't dealt with
* Get on Facebook and read articles about coronavirus
* Have coffee and read more articles
* Work work work
* Lunch: Grab something ridiculous from the refrigerator or pantry and take it back to my computer
* Work work work
* Gulp down dinner
* Work as if by my efforts, I could make coronavirus disappear
* Watch evening news dissection
* Toss and turn
* Have nightmares based on the evening news dissection

This really was not working for me. Duh! But my family members were more or less working on their own version of that routine. One of my teens had flipped her schedule completely, sleeping all day, and awake all night. This wasn't good for any of us.

Not all at once, but I am beginning to establish some routines that suit me better. Cocktail/Mocktail Time outside, dinner at the table.

What are the routines you have fallen into, and what are the routines that would make you happier and, dare I say, more peaceful?

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