Playing the wrong motet

Having woken up early, I turned on the radio and caught a trail for next week's EBU Christmas around Europe thing immediately followed by Something Understood. I was amused to find that both the trail and the program featured the same piece of music — Morton Lauridsen's beautifully tranquil O Magnum Mysterium — only for the program to introduce it as something else entirely: one of Francis Poulenc's four Christmas motets. Oops.

Fortunately the rest of the program proved so soporific, I managed to doze off again in next to no time...

Pushing the limits

Despite being tired out after yesterday, I managed to dig deep enough into my reserves to go work a few of my current projects. I picked something I'd tried on Thursday, when I'd balked at the dyno in the middle, and surprised myself by nailing it on my second attempt once I'd got the deadpoint right.

I moved back to the other boulder room which had, as promised, been completely reset on Friday. There were handful of fairly gentle problems, a few that took a couple of attempts to nail, some that felt like the might make good projects, and some that were clearly well beyond my abilities.

I really enjoyed myself but something tells me that, even after a doing a couple of sets of post-climb stretches, I'm really going to feel it tomorrow...