In this time of economic downturn it seems only prudent to seek a number of opportunities. I, however, have my fingers in so many pies that I wake up not knowing what is apple, what is banna cream, what is strawberry rhubarb, or what is chicken pot pie. Mixing them all together can be quite a gastric-mess, which defines the unsettled feeling I wake to most mornings.
I don't know what horse to back, what my morning should be devoted to. I just keep tackling one thing at a time. Either my stomach is going to get hardier or my palate is going to refine and I will no longer accept that rogue key lime that I only accepted earlier simply because it was on my plate.
Hopefully, we (I) won't have to worry that all the pies are vanishing, let's pray for an abundance of pie so that we may all have a nice little sliver of our favorite pastry wrapped fillings.
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