Soooooo, after four phone calls to Apple Support, one e-mail and five hours spent at my local Apple Store, Macky is completely 100% restored, music and all.

Dad is stable, although, sedated once more.

I get Chinese food tonight with friends.

Things are better, but after years of being told "bad things come in 3s," I'm waiting for number 3. Of course, considering how big and bad numbers one and two were, I'd like to request that fate give me a break.

Back to work tomorrow.