It hit me hard. It also hit me hard that I am not going back to the Aggie and won't feel the immediately-post-death atmosphere, and that I am not going anywhere else for a while, either. I felt very petty. Especially since I first rejected joining the group because I thought I was just being invited to another person I had never met's group, or that it would (even more annoying) be another Joke.
But it wasn't. He's dead, he died Sunday, and directly after being Wicked Happy about the Pats Starting Up in status is the fact that his facebook has been taken over by a friend.
I was speaking with Mrs. Smith. She's the one who told me.
After sitting around being shocked, I zapped myself back into cleaning and watching Flying Circus. I made it through my Pile O Crap and organized my desk.
I still have far too much to do but I am going to Get Into Bed.
(Because it is 1.33 a.m. and I have work tomorrow.) Thankfully I could do the work tired, drunk, high, and possibly while having a stroke. So.
Off to possibly type up some writing and fall asleep at some point.
What a day.