One obviously can’t watch screeners, read scripts, clean the house, arrange screenings, make calls, and write stories/items at the same time. The tension created by the inability to focus on just one of these (and letting the other three go for the time being) is exhausting. At least there’s one thing I’m dead certain of — i.e., the repulsiveness of Costco-level Latin dance music, which is now throbbing through the ceiling and vibrating paint chips off the walls.