This was the last piece of apple oatmeal pie. I washed it down with a cup of Ethiopian Harrar, brewed in the French press. I love the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Im thankful for coffee. We hosted thanksgiving this year. Not all our family could make it to our home but I’m thankful that we were able to host again. We of course we had too much food and I’ll be eating turkey sandwiches for the rest of the week. I’m thankful for apple pie. I’m thankful for insulin.
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