I used to know things. I used to know a lot of things. Totally non-practical things like how to do Algebra problems or how to say, “I have two yellow pencils.” in Spanish.  I used to know the names of all the Cranial nerves. I used to be able to bake Cranberry orange bread without looking at the recipe.

Now I can’t remember what I wanted to buy at the grocery store unless I take a list. Maybe it’s because I have dragons flying around in my brain. Maybe it’s because I’m blankety-blank years old. Maybe the dragons in my brain are eating the non-essential information to make room for more exciting adventures. Maybe I’ve developed brain leaks. Who knows? Wait. What was I saying?