Oops!

It was 11 am when I realized I was supposed to be someplace downtown right then.  I was scheduled for a much-needed 90-minute massage and here I was still in my pajamas.  It was actually on my e-calendar, but the demands of the week had caused me to overlook it.

I called my massage therapist Dan to confirm that I was indeed missing my appointment.  As I offered to mail in payment for the time he had set aside for me, I regretted that I would simply have to wait for some other day to have the travel kinks eased out of my body.

I was getting a shower and had a head full of shampoo when Dan called back to say he had rearranged his appointments for the day and could now see me mid-afternoon if I wanted to come in.  Of course I did!

So thanks to some other client who was willing to switch appointments with me, I was able to experience 90 minutes of a very unique style of massage that is sort of a cross between traditional massage and physical therapy.  My hips, legs, and back especially were grateful for today’s session. 

How embarrassing to miss a scheduled appointment with no real excuse but stupidity.  But how nice of Dan to make up for my mistake.  Some things just have a way of working out.

What was the last big thing you forgot to do?