Routine
October 11th
I need it. Especially in uncertain times, when every morning I don’t know what I can expect from reading the news. What new problems and atrocities happened overnight, and how much more will I (and others) be screwed over today than I was yesterday. I feel like I should be preparing for something, but I don’t know exactly what for. I don’t know what will the next day bring, what new challenges and problems will arise or be created by the ego of this shitty warlord and strongman wannabe in Moscow, and I can only brace for the unexpected.
And this evening, on top of everything — I feel sick. It started about two hours ago, out of nothing. I had a good and quite normal day today and wasn’t expecting THAT. Another thing I couldn't prepare myself for. I got a fever and serious muscle and joint aches. I do have a taste and sense of smell, so that might not be Covid. Or maybe that is some new strain of Covid for which my body has no immunity. I don’t know and honestly — I don't care. I hope I will be better tomorrow morning and will be able to go and endure the day at work.
And that is where a routine comes in. There are things I do every day that help me keep some sense in my life. Like learning Spanish — I got a nice 6 months streak going of 15 to 20 minutes a day doing that. And I've done my part today as well — laying in bed. I also have a nice streak of at least 7000 steps and 30 fit points a day that will be over today — I worked from home and only got 3000 steps and 7 points… That part of my route will have to be restarted tomorrow, or whenever I feel better. Another thing is I read for at least an hour (usually more) every day, and that can still happen — not feeling well and staying in bed is actually conducive to reading.
And I got another routine thing going — writing something for this blog every day. I wanted to skip it today, but decided that giving up one routine thing today was enough. I tried to write this on my cell phone, still staying under the blanket in bed — but I just couldn't do it that way. I dragged myself to the desk to write those few paragraphs, even though I had no idea what I will write about. But still, I put some words together, I conveyed my thoughts and I feel better now. Not physically, but mentally — I was able to keep my routine today, truncated but still ok for my expectations.
