I'm confronted with ever more signs the end of WFUM is near. We are no longer ordering new office supplies so I'm now printing out the station's record schedules on the back of old letterhead.
And this morning the people who will be moving into my office showed up, taking measurements and discussing amongst themselves where their furniture would go.
Somehow, that really got to me. I knew this day would arrive, but that knowledge made it no easier to bear when it finally happened.
It's somewhat like attending a funeral. On one level, you already know the person is dead, but for some reason actually seeing the coffin or urn really pounds the finality of it all into one's psyche.
When stepping out into the hallway, I even found it strange the sun was shining. I had an almost metaphysical feeling it "should" be gloomy and overcast...