I brought my laptop Thalia with me, but I wound up not doing anything with her at all other than introducing her to everyone. RC was too zonked to do any real plug-and-play fun. He said that he's a strictly wiring guy; I'm the Serious Geek. I got a gander at his network topology, and suggested that the broadband router might actually be able to be used to route without the broadband (equipment budget is a problematical thing) -- if it can't, maybe I can scare up a spare switch from somewhere.
I'm going to e-mail the monitor boss and the office scheduling lady to let them know what happened with Figment's wife, because if he's in as much shock as trystan_laryssa and I are sure he's in, he may not have been able to assemble himself coherently enough to even call in.
I'm feeling a little shocky myself, in a large part from ministerial reaction. My vocation is something that pops up every time I'm faced with someone in need of the sort of shoulder that a cleric can provide. I'm numb, and the words are not coming out very well. I'm sitting here in the cafeteria at work, I have to go in and start setting up for my shift in five minutes, and I just want to crawl back into my own comfortable bed at home (RC's son the Mad Scientist's bed/floor, my crash space last night, is cozy enough, but not mine) and cry, call Darkside (one of the few people I go to for comfort when my clerical duties cause distress), and go to sleep.