With my brain as compromised as it is during relapses (to a lesser degree, any other time) I don't dare use my phone for much more than checking my account balances, if I'm not sure I have enough to buy something, but I always have to put in the password.
I know people who have everything on their phones, and I don't know why they would do that, with today's cyber criminals always waiting for a chance to steal IDs and bank accounts.
My phone has been found. I’m going to pick it up from the party hosts’ house.
Just back from a 5-mile hike. Wonderful afternoon for it.