Not good habits, not bad habits, just the ones that grow, like parking spots, the home of the winter hat, and so on.
These habits form because, especially if enjoys and endures a certain sort of family existence, by middle-middle age life can become significantly complicated.
At the same time one's memory structure is not improving -- which is a polite way of saying something else.
And thus one acquires the cage of habits that will, for better and worse, flourish and endure.
I need more sunlight.