I used to remember phone numbers. Lots and lots of phone numbers.
Now I don’t, except for my dad’s, because he has a land line with the same number that existed before cell phones. The rest of the numbers I call are remembered for me by my phone. It feels weird to realize I couldn’t call Bubba or my daughter without my phone.
Now I remember passwords. Lots and lots of passwords.
Despite all the ways technology is disrupting things, I’m still getting my mental exercise.