I'm not writing about the Camerata today, despite this being the 40th anniversary season. Because, as we all know, 40 is the new 30. Or maybe it's the new 25 by now. I haven't really kept up. No, today I wish to enumerate some of the blessings of getting older. Things that one probably would not have viewed as blessings even a scant 10 years ago, I'm guessing. But that's another one of the blessings, I suppose—one becomes willing to set the bar lower, out of necessity.