…and my daughter had the day off from school, she baked.
Tomorrow is Pi Day. March 14th. 3-14, if you write it out the proper way to look like the first three digits of the mathematical constant pi, 3.14…
She baked a pie.
It is an apple pie, with ingredients she found stuffed away in various cupboards, pantries, and freezers.
While I worked the smell of fresh apple pie wafted through the house.
Tomorrow is Pi Day.
Tomorrow.
There is a fresh apple pie on my countertop filling the house with lovely apple pie smells, and it must wait until tomorrow.
