"It is a sadness of growing older that we lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult."
Elizabeth Aston, The Exploits and Adventures of Miss Alethea Darcy, 2005
I definitely prefer known quantities, consistency and predictability at this point in my life. Roby would laugh at how old I have become. He kept me young, I think. And on my toes.
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