When I first started spending entire weeks out and about enfemme I found I lost track of what I'd done on previous days. So, I started keeping a diary solely for my femme time.
Even when doing a bit of home alone dressing I'd add a few brief words to my journal.
Having two others, the SO and daughter, here full time due to the pandemic has somewhat curtailed my dressing. That said, and I won't go into the details, I do get opportunities to spend a little time in a skirt as well as under dressing in tights and knickers most days.
The thing is, I've found myself committing more thoughts to my journal even though I've less to write about. It's become a way of having I guess a little "me" time. The femme me can exist on the pages if not in real life. What small amounts of time I get to put on a skirt get written about in detail way beyond what I'd never even consider scribbling about before.
In fact another unforecasted effect of the virus is I'm running out of pages in my notebook. I have something to replace it with albeit not so femme, the current one is glossy and pink, but it'll serve it's purpose.