Tomorrow is Convocation. Classes start Monday.
I have two of three syllabi prepared, and none of the copious online content uploaded.
I can't see my desk for the drifts of paper all over it, and the only reason my office-mate will be able to see his desk is that I moved the books I had strewn all over it (he doesn't use it in the summer) to two two-foot-high stacks on the floor.
My apartment is a semi-shambles, and I'm running out of food in the fridge.
I have a two-month backlog of mostly unanswered e-mails, some of which are Very Important.
And yet, I'm certain that somehow I will pull this all together (okay, maybe not the apartment) by Monday, and get up and teach as if I were the most prepared, organized professor in the world.
It will all be a front, but it'll be a good one.