We laid down for a nap early in the afternoon. An alarm was set. Or, I remember one going off.
Missed calling friends to connect with them for making their lives easier wrt. a concert this afternoon.
Missed the Brian Eno "77 Paintings" showing at Yerba Buena, for which we'd excitedly bought tickets months ago.
On the upside, wondrous, glorious sleep. (And C's still at it) But gah!