Under-slept, crabby about the falling snow, lonely with my wife away. Anxiety grew its cat claws.
So I trusted my routine: writing, workout, healthy food, quality time with our dog, music. I focused on The Thing Directly in Front of Me at the Moment (the paragraph, the pull-up bar, the dog) and each of those things was good at the moment.
In other words, my routine—consisting of good things I otherwise may not have been in the turdy mood for—worked.