Just this weekend someone told me not to retire because one of the things that keeps me young is precisely the work I do with young people. That work gives me the opportunity to understand them and not judge them: for them to feel that I am part of them, despite my age. But I will take your analogy and feel like I have been the owner of the party and I wish to rest, clean, sleep, and dedicate some time to myself. It’s not old age, it’s just that I now have other priorities. If before I loved party weekends, today I appreciate a good wine, staying home, reading a good book. I am in a stage where I do what I feel: I talk to whom I want and listen to whom I want. If you and that friend want, I’m sure you will find other ways to meet. Sending you a hug.🫂