Today, we have 35. That's the biggest jump since the end of March. In the past six weeks, there has never been a fluctuation that sharp.
Needless to say, my anxiety is up again.
In other news, I found out about the radio plays late last night. I got three roles in total - two teeny parts (though one of those is very funny and memorable) and the supporting role of the bad guy bomb maker in the second of the three plays. I can't say that I'm surprised, though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't initially disappointed. But the director is casting on age, even though she keeps calling them radio plays, and of the four female leads in the three plays, only one is in my age range. And we had eight women called back for it. So. I'm going to be happy with my supporting role and just try to make it as interesting as possible. It'll be the first time I really get to perform in over twenty years, and considering how many theaters are dark right now, I'm going to be happy we're being as proactive as we are.
Oh, and I managed to slice the nail on my left index finger in half when I was peeling potatoes today. I didn't slice it completely off, so I put a bandaid on to protect it for a few days in hopes that it will grow enough for me to trim off without exposing the nail bed and being in too much pain.