I have never felt less like cooking in my entire life. All those pumpkin pie makings on my counter just there all unpied. Last night I made a brie and fig en croute with leftover puff pastry that was in the stripper fridge. And figs real ones. I have some crackers. I am happy to just eat the entire en croute and get back to packing. Honestly I can't think beyond next week. I had to go the market for more celery this morning and I got stuck in the Christmas Crap Aisle just truly stuck with my mouth open then drool. When I was checking out the lady who bagged my celery asked me if I had moved yet and I told her almost then she said would I give her my landlord slumlord's name when I leave and I warned her about him but she needs a house close by the store with a large fenced in back yard her daughter has a service dog then she told me she was homeless for two years because she had to leave her husband who was raping her every night. We were both in tears by then right there by the cash register we were hugging and crying and I told her I know I know and again embraced by a stranger for the second time in two weeks another woman who feels in danger in the same store. I am overwhelmed with emotion right now. She allowed it to all swim up. Her name is Dorothy. Her name is Dorothy.

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