Of course H.W.S.R.N. plans didn't happen (so what else is new?), but that was at least partially my decision -- truth be told, I was more than a little bit gunshy to see him on the eve of a disaster. The last time I did that was when my Uncle Tommy died, and things ended up getting worse rather than better. Call me superstitious, but I was afraid to see him.
And beyond that, I needed sleep anyway, and I got next to none the night before. I fell asleep and slept for one hour easily, but then no more. In the end, I took some of those happy pills I had left over from when I tore my Achilles Tendon ... knocked me right out and I just woke up a half an hour ago or so.