It’s been kind of a rough week around here — six months last week since Patrick died. I thought I was past the worst of the weeping, but it’s been a little soggy here these past few days, and I’ve had a slight relapse on the daytime-tv-on-the-couch-with-dogs front. So tonight, a roasted chicken (I get more hits for the blog entry titled “Roasting a Chicken” than I do for anything else), some kale, and basmati rice. A glass of red wine, and a decent dinner and one of my many Netflix movies … it’s okay. I’m getting through this and…