After I ran my long run, I was so pooped out I really had no energy to do anything. I took a long hot epsom salt bath (it should of been icy cold but I couldn't bare it), took a nap and then started working on my apples. Last week I took the kids to a farm to pick apples, so I had a ton of apples in the house that needed to be worked on. Seth was entertaining the children, and the house was just too quiet. I get very antsy when I just sit around, so I had to do something even though I could barely walk, bend down or really stand. So, I dehydrated a nice bunch of apples, then made my first two apple pies. They all came out delicious! I still have a few apples remaining so I plan to make my Mom's yummy applesauce and muffins. Do you see the encrypted message in my pie?