I like my routines. And like everyone else, my routines have been completely disrupted.
Here’s a very minor example. The other day, Lilly was running on the treadmill in the basement right when I wanted to do my morning devotions, also in the basement. It would have been sorta hypocritical for me to get upset at her for disturbing my Bible-reading/prayer-journaling time, so I brought my materials upstairs to the dining-room table and popped open my tablet.