Every day when I pass my shrines, I press my fingers to my lips and then gingerly touch whatever items represent the gods. Sometimes I will just touch the base of the shrine and other times I will pick up my little Hermes statue and kiss it on the forehead.
On days when I am in a state of miasma I simply smile and nod towards the shrines instead of touching them.
This is the only physical act of devotion I do in front of others, and it’s only recently that I have actually noticed that I do it at all. But regardless of what is going on in my day, I am entirely myself for that tiny moment and think more clearly than any other point.