Was it mostly reds and yellows that turned muddy? I find those colors blend into brown real fast if you don't let them set. A trick is to paint the lightest areas first and work in sections. It saves you from the blurry blob fate.

But that "risk of losing" our senses feels overblown. My phone's GPS shows me traffic jams my eyes can't see, and a cooking thermometer gets the chicken safe every single time. Tech gives us different, often better, patterns to recognize. We aren't losing skills, we're just swapping them for new ones that work better for modern problems.

What part feels hardest right now? My own journal turned into a napkin with one sad sentence from last year.

That "save time" thing hits hard. Spent three hours once trying to diagnose a weird engine rattle. My buddy Dave stopped by, heard it for two seconds, and said "check your heat shield." It was loose. Felt like an idiot, but man, those three hours.

I saw an article that said nostalgia literally makes the old frozen stuff taste better to us... maybe that's part of it.