Last week I turned forty. I still do not know how I feel about that. I don’t know if I feel forty, because I don’t know what forty feels like. Most people tell me I don’t look forty, which is nice. I don’t know what it means to act like a forty-year-old, so I can’t say if I do, but my husband and I tend to live like overgrown children, so probably I don’t act forty most of the time.