Thanks for letting me vent earlier today.

The hungry part is taking care of itself. Scene from last night:

I am making myself a sandwich for today's lunch:

- Are you making me a sandwich too?"
- No.
- Your mom would make me a sandwich...
- Then you can call my mom. Or yours... Your mom would make you a sandwich.

He was kidding, but still...

I knew a woman (my age, i.e. early 30s) who would go on a one-week trip to a resort with a girlfriend, but leave her husband pre-packaged meals for the whole week, and his clothes all prepared, too. That's not me.

Ok, I'm done complaining. He's a wonderful, sweet, loving, gentle man. And quite stable, too. He just likes to ride his bike at hours when his eyes are not yet open!!