No routine, no anchor. Everything changed, and I’m just floating now

I'm not going to be ashamed to say I've spent all day curled up in bed under a blanket reading a book.
I finished it too.

Cowboy slept all day and Badger was working with her LEGO sets, so you know, why the heck not.

I don't really have any blueprints or guidebooks for this stage of my life.

Third-shift working husband who sleeps during the day, adult children, and living in just enough of a rural area that there isn't anything going on or places to go.

So, what am I supposed to do all day?

I used to have a more structured life.
I used to have more of a routine.

Now there's just endless hours spent trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do.

Some days I feel like someone has set me adrift in the middle of the ocean in a rowboat without oars.