OK, so just got home from a very good Irish music session to find one email from one of the head free spirits agreeing with my little conniption fit about the crossing. I feel a little better now. Email silence is rough, it's so easy to just read your own worst feelings about yourself into it.
BTW - Here was the mitigating factor that I believe led to our crossing in an uncharacteristically chaotic & strung-out fashion:
That's the Norwegian Spirit. This is one of those ships I'm talking about when I occasionally refer to "the big guys".
Don't worry, we didn't actually end up anywhere close to this one, or the second one that was lurking at the cruise ship terminal, engines running.