The next two weeks passed much better than we thought they would.
We found a lovely little rhythm that made things much more bearable with not being able to leave the house.
We kept our work routine from before, waking up early to work out, eat, shower, and dress.
We would go our separate ways to work, then would meet up for lunch and spend our evenings together. We bounced between date nights of making dinner together and watching movies, and having more quiet nights with Geoffrey preparing dinner and curling into bed together with work or reading.
It honestly wasn't so bad, especially with frequent visits from our family. It helped break up any monotony that we may have started to feel. Same with business meetings for Roman, and my twice weekly therapy with Tara.
For what it was worth, I felt better about it all than I had really anticipated being. There was a sort of calmness about it all and I was grateful for it. It was definitely routine and family keeping us sane.
