It's another "peach pie for breakfast" kind of day....

It's there. And, it's delicious. And, my backside is already sore from sitting here writing this report. So, I shall treat myself to something sweet and comforting since I am going to be doing this for the next 12 hours non-stop, I'm sure.

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