I texted difficult child after my dr appointment and asked if he wanted a Starbucks. He said "Sure." Wow! He's eating again! (I guess I forgot to tell you all that part. We practically had to force-feed him this week. Three nights ago, I made him a hamburger and cut it into 4. He cut one of the pieces in half again. Ate two fries from his girlfriend's take-out lunch. Tue I don't think he ate anything. So, that helps put the Reese's Peanut Butter cups and sushi leftovers into a bit more perspective. (In addition as lures to home ... ) Right now I've got him in the kitchen, shredding. A lot. Two filing cabinets filled with-old investments and taxes. (1997-2002). That's to pay me back for the two tanks of gas. Fingers crossed that he continues to improve.