I was checking online to see if any of the library books I’d requested have arrived at my local branch, and it occurred to me that I wasn’t bothering to look at my library card to see what my account number is while logging in.
It’s come to this. I’ve memorized another number. That’s good, but it would be better if I could dump the ones I remember that I needn’t. For example, my bank switched from Visa and Mastercard to American Express cards about fifteen years ago. I still remember my Visa number (presumably I memorized it by writing it on check memo lines for about twenty years). It’s long gone! I don’t need to know that!
O Numbers Deity, why must you embed these things in my brain?
I wish I had your memory. I can’t remember much of anything, and I’ve always had a lousy memory. I can’t even remember a limerick five minutes after I’ve written it.