The timer on the left is a constant reminder, like the cold hand of Death continuously tapping me on the shoulder, or that fairy Navi from Zelda that keeps shouting "Hey! Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen! Hey! Hey!"
There are still things that need to be done, of course. The plasticine, crayons and glitter glue won't buy themselves, you know.
But we've overcome the major hurdles and can spend the next couple of days making sure all the little details are suitably wonderful and shiny (and above all WORKING). There shall be no slacking off at, before or immediately after MY convention.