I woke up just past 10:00. I really have no recollection of my alarms going off, but they both seem to be turned *off*. So I *must* have gotten out of bed to turn the other one off. Damn it, I rarely do that kind of thing, and only when very tired or fatigued. And why the hell does it happen to screw up my plans for a fun trip and not to, say, miss half a day at work? I'm still on an adrenalin rush from waking up - I realized right away that something was seriously wrong. I might've disturbed my upstairs neighbor with the bellow of "FUCK ME!" I let loose.
There is zero availability on any of the remaining direct flights from BOS to SFO today on American, but fortunately there is availability on a connector through O'Hare. Coach on the first let, but First on the second. So I just need to let the adrenalin wear off and find my Travel Zen that I'm good at and just accept the way of things.