Okay so this is probably stupid, not a big deal, whatever— but you ever just like, finally get to sleep through the night, after years of not, and realize how absolutely EXHAUSTED you were? Like my husband, bless his heart, he passed last week, real peaceful, you know, hospice did a wonderful job. And it's not like I wasn't sad, I was, but waking up, just like, whenever my body decided, after five years of getting up every few hours— I didn't realize how much of myself I'd, I don't know, *lost* to all that. The relief is… it's really something else.