Rather stark choice, as the hour struck: coffeehouse, or psalter by the pillars of the church. Coffee being, after all, you know, warm. But the mind can't be let to slip in times such as these. If you live in this country, ground your understanding in the fact of its unequal prosperity; depending on which side of it you fall (and, incidentally, it's not remotely a meritocracy at the moment), you will either need to clear your mind and spirit from the ease you enjoy, or not take the first respite, because the first respite is of a piece with the world you are fighting. We rise into those silos, tired and wounded, and then, all is lost.
Also: a scientific approach to the body, knowing when it needs warmth and coffee, and when it's just a matter of attempting to cheer the hour a bit.
One can pray too much, but one needs to pray more than one might think. It's a balance. And the hour of being too late arrives too soon. Time for amendment of life. Turning the ship in the day.
It's my understanding there are two dangers vis a vis the mens sana in conditions such as these -- first, the initial shock of adversity, which I agree is much stronger than those who haven't known adversity might expect. The second is the hardening, and this is where it gets tricky. When things have been going badly for a rather long while, you get the (perhaps correct) sense that all bets are off, and with this, you lose some ballast from the mind. But ships do pump out their bilge from time to time (qed, perhaps), and there's a reason for this. When you see the necessity of hardening, this tests not the strength of the soul but its wisdom. Those without wisdom end up in catastrophe (not tragedy, tragedy is distinguished by everyone in the encounter having a valid point of view). The others see prevailing over the adversity as something they had been heading towards the whole time (and I think it's not impossible that we always have some numinous sense of our lives in their totality), and ascend into the noble form, like a large bird roused from its slumber.