  Aside from the beer, I just had a wonderfully healthful meal with Bryan. Lightly bowned gyoza and a huge spinach salad with tomato, cuc, and avo.
Skipped the additional heavy portion of pasta or rice/potato. He took me to the store where I assumed my characteristic role of a cripple, wheeling around in a motorized cart. To get staples which inevitably includes beer. So I made him dinner. Not too energetic these past days, but I assume it has more to do with diet than sleep patterns.
It always affect me, and I know I eat a lot healthier than he. So much fruit and veg, Im almost confused when I have meat to grill up. When in need of a hobby, its nice to have food. We wanted to brew beer tonight, but the brew masters outlet closed too soon for us to get there. Committing to the effort of making food and drink occurs more rarely when the big D is dictating time and energy constraints. Back to my endless hunt for horrid pics and sites. 
