For the first time in my life I forgot how old I was. Just now, I was staring my food, spinning about in the microwave. I don’t own a microwave and never have. But I do use them at work since we don’t have a full kitchen. I guess one might say they scare me quite a bit. Which pretty much means I just stare at my food, waiting for it and the microwave to explode and/or kill me. And since I watch my food, I usually stop it on odd numbers, and usually primes. Sometimes, like today, I thought, “I”ll stop my food on 33 seconds in celebration of my age.” And then I realized that that wasn’t my age at all. And then I couldn’t remember what my age really was. And then I forgot to stop my food from spinning.