I hate working from home but my company's coronavirus policy is forcing me to. Here's how I'm staying sane.

The weather has been beautiful lately, which bodes well for my mental health. The longer days don't hurt either. During lunchtime the first day I took a quick stroll to the park and hung out with some ducks. I'm not saying they're better listeners than my coworkers, but they were good company.

Going outside BEFORE starting to write for the day is going to be more difficult. It sounds great in theory, but cold is cold, and pants are harder to put on when I'm not actually going anywhere.

This sounds like a no-brainer, but I realized that in previous iterations of working from home that my pantry was not prepared. So on Sunday, I went to town at my local Stop and Shop and got breakfast foods, fancy coffee, snacks, and more. I also had some homemade soup on hand from wisdom teeth surgery — but that's for a very different blog post

As monotonous (or loud: looking at you Jim Cramer) as the CNBC anchors can be sometimes, I wanted to have the headlines and stock tickers crossing in lieu of my usual second monitor and TweetDeck. When I really needed to focus — and drown out the construction noises from my neighbors — my all-but-noise-cancelling headphones came in handy (I also highly recommend this "minimalism" Spotify playlist.)

My best guess is no. As I file this story from my second day of working from home, things are looking bleak. If it hadn't been for a scoop I was chasing yesterday, motivation would have been fleeting. I'll be filing a second dispatch after the full week is up. What else am I missing? Let me now at grapier@businessinsider.