incandescens | I could kick myself

Made a stupid mistake at work today about the date when a project's being started: found out my error a couple of hours later, and apologised and provided accurate information, and it was far enough in the future that it didn't cause any problems in preparation, but I still do feel very stupid about it.

Yes, I know it's not major. Yes, I know everyone has said it's okay. I still hate making mistakes. Especially stupid mistakes.

Fortunately I have enough work to be getting on with that I have other things to fret over.

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Song for Saint Cecilia's Day

In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.

Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell's abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, attend and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

-- WH Auden