I just realized it’s been two weeks since I had to set an alarm for 7 AM. The apartment feels… big. And quiet. I used to track my dad’s blood pressure, his meds, his appointments, every day, sometimes twice a day. Now I just wake up when my body decides it's done sleeping, and there's nothing pressing. No calls to make, no schedules to juggle. I guess I’m observing a significant decrease in daily structured activity, which has led to a noticeable increase in… emptiness. It’s weird.