It seems that the older I get, the more I have to write things down in order to remember them. Where before I’d blithely hop into the car and drive to the store with my mental shopping list for a half-gallon of milk, a jar of spaghetti sauce, and some peaches–and actually come home with said items–now, if I want any chance of bringing home what I need, I have to write it down. I write myself lists of errands, notes for what I want to include in e-mails to friends, even reminders to stop...