I didn’t like the way my Friday began. When I got out of bed, I thought the time must be about 5:30–5:45. (I had hit the snooze button once.) When my eyes finally focused, I realized it was nearly 6:30. “What happened?” I wondered.
I staggered into the guest bedroom and put on my gym clothes. When I got to the gym the early, early morning rush was over, and the parking lot wasn’t quite as full. There was a slightly different crowd present. In a way it was disorienting. My normal routines were all askew.
I got home and did what I normally do after the gym: open the paper, prepare breakfast, answer e-mail and do some busy work. By the time I get done with that I’m cooled down and ready for my shower. But it was after 8:00 when I got to that. This was not good.
A little later in the morning I had this niggling feeling that I had missed something. Indeed. I had a 7:30 haircut appointment. On any other morning I would have made that with no problem. But on this morning I had failed to check my PDA or look too closely at the clock. I called Lori to apologize and to see if she had an opening. She acted like it was no big deal and gave me a 2:00 appointment, shoe-horning me into her busy day.
I had 11:00 and 3:00 appointments for the day. On Thursday a person told me, “Call me at 11:00 tomorrow; I’ll be free then, and I’d like to talk with you.” I dutifully called at 11:00. “Mr. Smith is not available,” I was told. I explained I was just keeping an appointment that he had set up. I felt a little verklempt.
My 3:00 appointment was changed to 3:30. I went to the designated meeting place and waited….. Nearly 20 minutes later I got a call. “I’m on the way.” He finally got there at 4:10. I had actually lost an hour and a half or so for a meeting that should have taken 30 minutes. I was feeling really self-righteous.
Then I remembered my 7:30 appointment which I botched. I remembered my hair stylist’s grace. It made it easier to quit feeling verklempt. I had no basis to feel self-righteous. We all need grace.