Allegro moderato.

Nothing much of note to share, but...
You know you are well on your way round the bend and spend way too much time banging your head on the piano keys and staring at those heaps of unread texts when

• you take the time to think about the silliness of tempo directions like "allegro moderato". I mean, "moderately happy"? Seriously, how silly is that? Or is it just euphemistic talk for snafu anyway? In that case, I fully embrace it.
• you discover new quirky details of your OCD nature by the hour. Like always having to put on the right glove before the left one? And always having to leave the shower with the left leg first? And... ah, nevermind.
• you slightly panic at the sight of your rapidly diminishing "carbohydrate" (read: sweets) shelf. Already my favourite kind of wine gum spaghetti is gone. And the shops are closed! Best soothe my poor nerves with a bag of crisps...