Editor's note: Sarah McLellan is covering the Wild during the NHL postseason in her birthplace of Edmonton, but first must spend 14 days confined to her hotel room. She'll write regularly to her father, who now lives in Arizona, with an update on life with limited freedom.
Dear Dad,
Can you believe I've already been in Edmonton for a week?
I can't. It feels like I just got here, and yet this hotel room couldn't be more familiar to me. I know the water coming out of the faucet turns hot after just a few seconds. There's a sliver of light that peaks through the blinds when I close them to go to bed. And I can find my usual channels on the TV without looking them up on the guide anymore.
If the second half of my quarantine goes like the first half, I'll be basking in the fresh air and sunshine before I know it.
I think I figured out what's key to making each day productive and feel like a sprint instead of a marathon.
A routine.
So here's what mine usually looks like: