What's this strange feeling?

I'm having a bit of really free time.
While there are a lot of things I could and should do, there's nothing so important it can't wait until after I went and killed some embryos (or whatever we're going to do today in virology).
I wonder when I'll remember everything I forgot and start to panic again.

And a short note to whoever is responsible for the current weather:
Yes, you can make it snow. We've all seen and admired it. Can we now go back to something less exiting?