I like routine. I like small get- togethers with a few people I know very well much more than large parties where I meet new people. Small talk exhausts me. My sports of choice are running and cycling - activities known for their monotony. I make an espresso to start my morning every day, and get a little cranky if that can't happen. I can settle for a cup of coffee instead, but I smile less and grumble more. I am thirty-nine years old, and am suddenly seeing less humor in the little idiosyncrasies of my eighty-one-year-old father. Think Ghost of Christmas Future with a snarky and sarcastic sense of humor: See that buddy? That is you in forty years. Ha. My dad. He has a collection of mugs from his travels around the world and each day he drinks from the one on the bottom shelf, far right. Then he shuffles them all over one space and replaces that one at the back of the order when he is finished. He listens to a different opera every Saturday. At one