Dogs in residence says-Duck Duck

Have you ever roasted a duck? If sane-the answer is no.

I’m an insane overachiever, struggling with boredom _

SO last Thanksgiving I roasted a duck

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This duck had my full attention for weeks prior, if you spoke to me at all - all I talked about was the duck. Duck duck duck.

Every Time I went to google search the first thing that popped up was duck. The algorithm was on duck patrol. Duck was stalking me. I dreamt duck. Ok duck. I have never fixated on anything else in my life like this duck.

Roasting this duck was like setting off on an adventure without knowing where you are going. Except I needed a compass. The only thing I knew from searching the internet was I needed to thaw, score, Chinese five spice and marinate for 24 hours. Fat was the nemesis but the flavor of my future dishes..

Again for the umpteenth time through the pandemic my daughter said… you are bored.

I’m bored.

Was bored, sad, angry and dazed.

It’s February 1st.

I feel baited, violated, killed, gaslit and worn so low there’s nothing to see but hope.

I feel like an abused person who has been living four years with no giggles, no tears, no apologies, no empathy, no gentle touches, no heart.

We have two dogs in the White House and I smile.

I can only take one day at a time. 6 months is a mind fu&K.

Yea dogs.

Happy Birthday Lennie.