grief, unexpected

I should have known things were going all too well.  A colleague is departing.  Doesn't that sound nice and clinical and not at all a big deal?  Better, perhaps, "the senior colleague who has generously mentored me, and become in short order a true friend, is leaving for pastures proverbially, though certainly not literally, greener."  Fuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkk.  Having spent entirely too many late nights in the office (Fri, Sat, Mon, Tues) leading up to the talk this afternoon (it went fine. B+, I think) and reading these damn hiring files (meeting tomorrow at noon), I'm gonna go home and drink me a bottle of wine.