Scratching the surface

I am up against some deadlines (some of which I should not have agreed to) so I'd planned a nose-to-the-screen day. After I'd got distracted by moving some furniture around this morning a friend phoned to say she was in the Bodleian library for the day, did I want to meet up? I said I could manage 30 minutes; 90 fun minutes later we parted company. 

I met one of my deadlines at 7pm today and the next at 1am tomorrow (if you see what I mean). The next one might go under, the fourth is essential and I have renegotiated the fifth. Or at least I've said I can't meet it. I haven't had a reply.