I’m usually good at planning around big events.
For example, I know not to schedule my once-every-five-years colonoscopy the week of the big neighborhood barbecue. I am careful not to sign up for blood tests if the fasting conflicts with the Thursday night meatloaf special at Cracker Barrel. And I’m smart enough to avoid being numbed up for a filling on the same day I’m delivering a speech at Kiwanis.
But recently, as I made final preparations to attend my high school reunion in New York, I realized I had failed to properly coordinate my barbershop appointment with my trip back east to see my old friends.
I looked at the calendar, and my dilemma was obvious. I knew I needed to get a haircut about two weeks before the event. Any sooner, and I’d look disheveled in all the photos.