We don't have time conflicts too often. The sort of deal where you get a doctor's appointment for two weeks from now only to find that your friend's funeral is planned for the same day and time. We try to avoid that sort of problem, but as ice and snow melt, trees and plants bloom, things on all sides pick up speed, intensity and passion. Plus, as our bodies age, worries and actual medical needs increase.
So, like today, a good friend made a presentation on a subject but at the same time, my book club's monthly meeting met. It is disappointing when that sort of thing happens. We try to keep likely time paths separate but we refuse to schedule meetings at totally difficult times. Because we live where we do, plane trips usually mean getting to the airport at 6 or 7 AM. Of course that means setting the alarm for 3:30 AM even with bags packed and ready to go.
There are times we don't use for scheduling purposes but we have good reasons for not using them. When we went to California, we did set our alarms for 3:30 AM and suffered the next few days because of the hour.
A long time ago, I read "How to Live on Twenty-four Hours a Day" by Arnold Bennet (1907). Just the existence of that book in that year tells me that time conflicts, including painful and damaging ones, loomed up more than a century ago.
