Nothing a Chicken Can’t Fix

Nothing a Chicken Can’t Fix

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 it’s getting less awful all the time, but it still sucks. But at least there’s a good dinner.

3 thoughts on “Nothing a Chicken Can’t Fix

  1. I hope you are feeling better soon. Grief tends to come in waves. Wallow all you want, you’ll surface when you are ready. Also, large quantities of chocolate work for me.

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