So I was submitting a happy memory of a story yesterday to somewhere that asked for submissions of such (if that somehow doesn’t go nowhere I’ll let you know) and their questionnaire asked you to tell them your age.
They’re on the east coast. They wouldn’t be reading it before morning.
I stared at that screen for a minute or two, trying to decide: do I answer what I am as I’m filling out their form, or with what the answer will be when they see it?
What the heck, why not, and I aged myself a dozen or so hours forward and called it good.