I missed the family "intervention" regarding my father's increasing cognitive decline, again. Another project rollout, another red-eye to Frankfurt, another late-night call about a "critical deliverable." My sister's text was succinct: "Dad's sundowning is getting worse. We NEED to decide on care options." And my primary emotional response? A mild irritation that the notification interrupted my analysis of Q3 projections. Is that ... detachment? I feel like I *should* feel guilt, a profound sense of failure, but it’s more like a technical malfunction in my emotional circuitry. A curious anomaly. Like, ha, is this how sociopaths are born? I’m still smiling, actually. What IS that.