T-minus five weeks. Happy-sad.

You'll notice from the progress bar that most of you have told us that you are or are not joining us for the wedding. As it turns out, we were worried about the wrong things: overstuffing the tent, breaking our caterer's back, and driving my patient in-laws to "what are we going to do with all those people?"

When we created the guest list, we knew we'd have to make some difficult decisions. But in the end we invited most of the people who live in our imaginations week in and out. You are the folks we admire, whose model shapes a facet of our lives, the ones we delight in keeping company with. I know we don't see you as often as we might. But you can't turn off our affection even if you want to. Of course you have lives, budgets, and a less-than infinite capacity for inviting family turmoil by decamping to Rochester for two days.

Relieved that everyone has chairs and meals and cake, we are sorry we won't face the happy problem of fitting some of you in. To those of you who are coming, be sure to grab a beer and raise it to the friends and loved ones far away.