These days of uncertainly and disruption make having a routine essential. Sure, it’s easy and even acceptable to lie on my sofa, eat chips, scroll mindlessly through social media while ripping farts that no one but I can hear or smell, but it’s more invigorating to establish a consistent routine; A time to get my ass out of bed, have some coffee, go for a long walk, read, watch bad kung fu movies, listen to 70s rock n roll, coat my hands in pungent alcohol 50 times a day, block CNN from my consciousness, think about how much I really liked that Quebecois girl I dated a couple years ago who dumped me after only two weeks, and of course, let my family and friends know that I’m alive and well, and that my ghastly beard is only going to grow more unkempt. That's fine with me, in fact, it reminds me of George Carlin's poem about hair that he recited on The Tonight Show. These trying times also inspire you to think about what you're grateful for, so here goes... Thank God fo...