Routine you say? It's like Groundhog Day around our house...
My wife's bedbound downstairs so there's no chance of travel or outings.
It's always the same time for breakfast/meds. (oh wouldn't it be lovely if I could have a lie in and have someone bring me a cuppa in bed...) Then it's the same half an hour trying to persuade her to take those meds. Her carers arrive and sort our her ablutions then she just watches the same TV repeats over and over again. Then it's lunch (which she doesn't want) then more repeat-o-TV then tea (which she also doesn't want) then a second visit by the carers, a final set of meds and bedtime for her at 9pm. I'll browse the net for a bit or maybe watch some TV before turning in at 10pm.
Twice a week the district nurses come to deal with one of her health issues then we have occasional excitement when an unplanned visit is necessary as her catheter has stopped working.
In between those times I'll try and keep myself amused with a spot of crafting or painting and a walk if the weather's nice.
On a Friday I'll call my step-daughter to have a natter for an hour or so and on Sunday I'll meet up with my other step-daughter for a walk around the local country park and a spot of breakfast.
Terrible as it sounds I don't spend much time with my wife any more - as her condition has progressed she snoozes a lot there's less and less chance of having a conversation and I can't cope with endless TV repeats (I've seen M*A*S*H in it's entirety more times in the last year than I've been to the pub...)
She's lost interest in her old hobbies and crafts and though she occasionally asks me to buy odds and sods to try (art supplies was the last one) she tires and loses interest after only a couple of attempts. Happily she's quite content to just watch TV all day.
Still, mustn't grumble