As of just a few years ago, I would not have thought of myself as someone who loves routines. But over the last few years, I have found myself in a pattern of doing the same things almost every day. I have nearly the same diet from day-to-day, I wear nearly the same color t-shirt and jeans every day, I might get up early to run or complete a few lessons of Duolingo every day.

And when there’s no work on a weekday, I feel a little bit out of sorts. The major thing I anchor my day around is suddenly not there. I slept in than got up to run; I played pickleball and never got cleaned up until well into the evening. Strange how much I’ve become a creature of habit.