The drama continues.
Calvin sent a scathing, tantrum-reminiscent email last night. I haven't responded yet, and am not sure if I intend to. What relationship do Calvin and I have? Is it better to suffer the frustrations of making an attempt at a (wholly unlikely) resolution? Or is my initial reaction - to fix the boo-boo - a reflex: do I feel the need to resolve the issue because that's just what I do...whether or not we're actually friends?
Maybe this Buddhism thing is sinking in a little.
Richard is - or was - friends with Calvin, though, for seventeen years. He already made his decision, but he's still having a hard time, and I'm doing my best to console and distract him by turns. It's not enough; it never is when one of your closest friendships begins to unravel like an old sweater: it didn't fit anymore, but that doesn't mean you want it to fall apart.
I should vacuum while the dog's out tonight - he'll find it interesting. If I haven't been to the store by then, I'll also need to pick up dog food. And milk. And crackers.
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