8 days ago, my daughter came home after 15 days of travel including moving to Manhattan, flying to Knoxville to visit with an out of town friend, driving to Nashville for a 4 day bachelorette gig with 12 girls from around the country, flying back to Manhattan, and then driving with her boyfriend to Boston for an overnight stay. Two days later she felt awful, called a doc here in town, and was sent for testing. She did not have strep or flu, was told her COVID 19 test would be back in several days, and to quarantine herself as though she had it. Unable to return to Manhattan, she quarantined herself with us and we considered that DAY 1. With both husband and daughter now working from home, the dog and I were left to tiptoe around and mostly stayed in my bedroom until the work day ended. I spent DAY 2 searching for isopropyl or grain alcohol to make hand sanitizer. By the end of DAY 3 the dog and I were sick of each other and I handed out sleep and work space allocations so I could at least get into the kitchen. By DAY 4 we were arguing about whether the toilet roll should extend from the back or over the top. On DAY 5 my husband announced he is well into the "quarantine 20" (pounds gained). However, today is DAY 7 and I find I am much more relaxed now that I add Baileys to my afternoon coffee! Washing the towels every night and wiping down all doorknobs, faucet handles and appliance handles after she goes to bed doesn't seem so bad either. This is a creative and compassionate group. What strategies have you employed to deal with the disturbances in your daily routines, social interactions, and general responsibilities?