Day 138

Sunday was dreadful! With Wilbur congested and me nauseous, we were a sad chorus of miserable groaning. Plopped on each our own sofas like beached seals (maybe that's a better description of me than Wilbur who I will liken to ... a walrus ... cuz of his honking haha jp babe), we alternately slept and prayed for hope the day would get better. And it did. No kidding. No two day order in advance. Crispy, juicy duck. AND fried scallion pancake with spicy bean sauce. Ah, the day we found duck in the desert.