Reverse Screaming Alien kicked my butt this past weekend.
Riding hurt, newly-rebuilt engine that needed a break-in, went the wrong way with an adjustment on the bike (and which in my hurt state, I was in no position to fix during the weekend), plus with the bad weather I didn't turn a single lap until the Sunday qualifier and just did not feel like riding hard. Turned some laps, finished, didn't break anything further ... good enough. And then I misplaced my car and house keys - later found in my sleeping bag.
It was one of "those" weekends. My wrist still hurts. (didn't involve a bike crash - don't ask, stupid mistake on my part.) Remains to be seen if it will be better enough to go to the last round.