Betwixt and Between

Oh, woe is me! I've hit that point referred to around here as middle-aged sobriety. No longer the newcomer, whose needs and struggles are closely watched and supported by the group; not yet the old-timer, whose moods and quirks are overlooked for the sake of his wisdom. Instead, I'm a genuine, trudging the road, patiently chipping away at the ol' defects middle-timer.