I have a temperament that thrives on routine, that craves it, that DEMANDS it if I am to function well. The events that marked my weekly routine have been gone for 13 months now. Whatever else I’m managing to do, thriving isn’t one of them.

There are no constraints on my time, nothing that needs to be done at any specific time, no place I need to be on any specific day. Even things I used to be interested in feel insignifcant. If it doesn’t matter *when* I do them, does it even matter *whether” I do them?