There have been many crazy days in Dáil Éireann, but this one was truly over the top.
A Health Minister spent the morning telling us all how to live with coronavirus - then appeared clobbered by his enemy in the afternoon.
And the Taoiseach and Tánaiste, who had flanked him at Dublin Castle - both former Health Minsters - were sent skittering like ninepins.
Their senior colleagues were next similarly impacted, the whole Cabinet bowled over.
A good start to Living with Covid for a Government whose luck just keeps on getting worse. To adapt the phrase: You couldn't mask it up.
As Stephen Donnelly was sent off for a Covid test after consulting the in-house GP, acting Chief Medical Officer Dr Ronan Glynn, the rest of the Cabinet hung on the latter's every word.
He gave them all the standard advice in suspected cases. They should restrict their movements, even if this were to be an abundance of caution.
The Cabinet obeyed. But it wouldn't be them if they didn't then completely mangle the message as the story of Donnelly feeling dodgy dramatically sprang loose, like a child flung from a trampoline.
The Chief Whip, Jack Chambers, was sent to inform Ceann Comhairle Seán Ó Fearghaíl.
It appears that the Ceann Comhairle got the wrong end of the stick, because he announced a "very serious" turn of events.
TDs were genuinely startled. It appeared a tragedy was about to be announced. Thankfully, such was not the case.
Except that the message went out that Ministers were self-isolating, which was not strictly true. They had only been told to restrict their movements.
More communications bungling, on a day when Ministers had been slaughtered in the Dáil for their perplexing Living with Covid plan and its utter lack of clarity.
The Dáil was dramatically suspended for a week. This was at 5.15pm. By the Six One News, with Micheál Martin smiling bravely amid the chaos, it was made clear that the Dáil would be back at 8pm.
Junior ministers would represent the Government, Martin rictus-grinned, trying to sound confident at the Chief Whip being back in charge of the message, whatever it was.
In the meantime, the Taoiseach would be back at his desk, using Zoom and the phone.
David McCullagh monstered him over the fine detail of the disastrous plan. Livid with Covid.
The Taoiseach found himself arguing impenetrable micro stuff as McCullagh crossly consulted flapping papers.
The Head of Government looked very unhappy, and spoke unhappily, regretting some Opposition criticisms of his unfathomable Covid plan as "seeking to undermine" the national health strategy.
But they had already done that themselves, through a diabolical press conference at Dublin Castle in which three men made fine speeches but didn't actually explain anything, other than that the whole country was at Level Two.
And then Dublin wasn't. The capital wasn't to be found in Two nor in Three.
It was probably between Two and Three (or up a sleeve), and not exactly level with the rest of the country because elements had been added on.
"Level two-and-a-bit," mocked the Opposition.
Meanwhile, the Government website was infected with duff Covid information and performed a few somersaults during the day in a bid to cleanse itself.
The Health Minister went on radio and said you could "absolutely" leave Dublin, even though the official line appeared to suggest otherwise.
Sure the poor man wasn't well.
Much later last night came the welcome news that Mr Donnelly's Covid test had come back negative.
But please do carry on with the carry-on, folks. You're a panic.