Okay, I now have a whiteboard in my shower (well, not under the jet, but the other end) so I don't keep forgetting those great ideas and lines by the time I rush for a towel and then find a notepad.
My desk and every other flat space looks like an infantry training library.
I no longer remember what my normal schedule was two months ago, let alone last year.
I think I have to accept that I'm never going to rejoin normal society.