Behind the Eight-Ball Before It Even Starts Rolling

It's Friday afternoon - 5pm - and I'm packing up to go home, going with the business-day schedule even though there isn't the usual drinks to lure me. Rather, I'm off home to catch up with the parentals (and check that their house is still standing in the aftermath of the superstorm I scoffed at yesterday - sorry, Esperance!)

But even as I go, I've got a whole pile (virtual and paper) of NQDJ stuff that I had promised to get done once uni reopened still lying there on the desk. I haven't touched the thesis for two days. I had a library expedition this morning (to both EDFAA and Reid) to gather resources to start researching and thinking about my conference papers, which I plan to begin skimming through in my hammock this weekend, but helped underscore my unpreparedness for the upcoimg conferencing. It's barely the beginning of the year (half the uni is still shut down) and I already feel like I haven't done enough and I'm falling behind.