Only first I had to get up (hard enough), wade through angst on LJ, and get ready to go. At which point I realised my wallet was missing. Looked everywhere, no sign. Double-checked bank and credit card accounts online to make sure no odd transactions had gone through, and then thought to ring the Carlton, since that was the last place I'd definitely had it. And lo and behold it appeared, tucked behind a pipe by the wall in the pub. So very late I did at least manage to rescue it on the way in and not have to panic more and cancel everything.
And now though I was in late I've already got more done than any other day this week so far, but still feel terrible. I should go talk to James, but I'm scared.