Coronavirus upended my life. I was bed-ridden, locked-down, and furloughed from a job I had just started. Feverish, confined within four thin walls, and missing the sense of purpose I had outsourced to my career, I had nothing to do. I spent days waiting for 4pm, the earliest acceptable time to creak open the fridge and crack open a beer. Weeks wasted away. Eventually routine returned. Previously, my day was dictated by external demands. Get to the office before 9am. Go to the gym after work....
