I am an unconsoleable wretch. I am 15,500km from home, parted from my beloved on this day when we should be together. This is our 30th wedding anniversary, we’ve known each other now for 45 years (we had a long engagement), and I’m in Melbourne, Australia, while she’s in Morris, Minnesota.
I sigh. I have a bottle of wine here I’ll be drinking alone. Because of the time difference, she’ll be sleeping while I’m awake and vice versa. We’ll celebrate when I get back on Sunday.
Until then, all I can say is that thirty years is not enough.
Oh, and any rascals who might be sniffing about the finest lady around while I’m away might want to recall the story of Penelope and Odysseus: you won’t be getting anywhere, and I will be back.