the difference 50 years makes

Eva and I are almost exactly 50 years apart in age, but I have learned that I have much in common with  an almost 21-year-old. We both sleep unconscionably late. We both spend an inordinate amount of time sitting on our asses either scrolling on our phones or working on our computers. We both have a lot of friends. We both like photography and reading and deplore the metaverse. Neither one of us particularly likes preparing meals, and we both like snacks, though she leans towards candy while I lean towards crackers. We both like fruit. 

However, there is this.