Mortification, and not of the flesh

[Helena Goscilo]

Dear Divan,

It was with horror that I discovered today that yesterday was Wed. and
the day of our meeting. Need I tell you how dreadfully sorry and idiotic
I feel?   Abject and mortified apologies.  I knew we had a meeting on
Wed., but I simply forgot it was Wed.  (I know this does not show good
things about my relationship to supposed reality.)  Please forgive me--if
I were you, I'd change the whipper for the whipped.  Will you trust me to
set up another meeting?  I am really more sorry than I can say, with
humor and without.  Yours in sackcloth and ashes, the Dodo, aka Helena