My wife and I had it all worked out after the last World Glaucoma Congress (WGC) in Melbourne in 2019 – we would import my parents again to boy-sit while we fly to Osaka. There, she would take in the Japanese culinary and cultural delights and I would immerse myself in the latest and greatest in the glaucoma world. However, a small crown-shaped virus laid those plans to waste and the WGC 2021 was moved online. So, on 30 June, instead of starting my day with miso shiru, meeting colleagues from around the world then finishing with sake, I finished a day at work and lined up a fun-filled evening of virtual glaucoma talks from my spare bedroom. This started at 10pm and continued through the night until the talks about nocturnal dipping became a reality.
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