We had a routine once, and it's still there. At least, the bones remain. Things still get done but there are gaps where once there was more.
It was maybe too full then, definitely too full now given my energy level, and it's good to let somethings fall right now. They can be picked up again later.
But others I have lost and regret. As the fog of exhaustion clears for a moment I remember I used to pray more. I used to sing more. I didn't forget so often to do things that still need doing. I wrote more too.
I need a new routine. Not what we had, but more than the bare bones we have now.
I'm going to try this week to do that. I don't know how much I'll be here as a result.