She called today. I told her I wasn't coming.
An epoch of my life is over.
At least she had had a nice forthnight in Australia.
For many years, I have spent each Xmas with my best friend. (Not that I personally celebrate Xmas, but it's a good excuse to get away from work and spend some time with your loved ones.) But lately, we have drifted apart. And when I heard that she will be working on Xmas eve and again next afternoon, I decided not to go. It is not that her work is not needed; it very much is. But she just spent two weeks visiting her sister in Australia, so it's not like she's chained to the place. If she doesn't think I'm worth taking a day off for ... well, I guess I don't have a best friend anymore. It feels kinda strange. Even though I knew it would happen.