Next week will be rough around the edges. My wife's parents will come around, so we can celebrate my wife's and my wedding (belated). That in itself will be quite the strain. We will also pick up my wife's best friend from the airport, at times and driving hours that I consider inhumane, but what won't you do for a unique occasion such as this. But the thing that repeatedly knocks at the back of my mind is the difference between her best friend and mine. Hers will travel around the world just for this. My best friend wouldn't pick up the phone in months now, after telling her she's invited. I feel like I should get a clown's wig, shoes and face for even calling her my best friend, still. 'ere, look at stupid, little me. 🤡