My calendar for today is blank.
My calendar for tomorrow is blank.
My calendar for Sunday is blank.
This means that I have practically all the time in the world to get done all of the things I need to get done, and have needed to get done for a very long time.
If I continue Nanowrimo and plan to succeed with it, I need to write 3680 words a day, every day, until the end. BUT, if I continue to put off my list of things to do, I could maybe, maybe, possibly, get caught up to almost where I'm supposed to be.