Psychotic neighbor episodes.
And website calamities.
I took the morning off.
I can sort of tell how far out of control life is spinning by looking at my nails. Perfect nails? Things are under control. Chipped polish? Nicked edges? Heading for a cliff. Big chunks of missing polish? Kind of over that cliff.
Today I was down to no polish. Not on my fingers. Not on my toes.
Sometimes, scripts have to wait.