The Number of the Truck That Hit

Oh, we're fine. We're FINE. Okay, I'm totally beat and could not get my act together all day. But we did manage the food shopping and navigating Apple Music. After all of Robin's machinations uploading my collection to the iCloud (apparently the only way to get things done nowadays), my main playlist (cleverly dubbed iPhone Sync) was nowhere to be found on my phone. So I'm creating a new playlist called Elayne's Playlist (again, trippingly off the tongue) and will start populating my phone tomorrow with the albums and songs I actually want to listen to during my commute. Today all I want to do is sleep. Alas, our downstairs (basement) neighbor has other ideas, and is talking loudly right outside our bedroom windows with no sign of stopping. Looks like I'll have to resort to earplugs. Now see, if my playlist were populated I could do earbuds...