Rest up. It's strange, isn't it, how something so sudden can make the difference between everything that came before and everything that comes after.
On the other hand, I'll admit I feel better for not wearing clipless pedals; the idea of being locked to a falling bike has never sat well with me.
It also reminds me of something else I've thought of: no matter how little riding one does, it's still a gift to be able to ride at all. This doesn't refer to you, but if given the choice between riding 10000 miles one year and not being able to ride for the next nine and riding 1000 miles a year, each year, for 10 years, I'd gladly pick the second.