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No donuts today

Dear members and constituents of the Friday Donut Club,

It has been over 14 uninterrupted months that on Fridays my desk has had donuts (I know there were muffins one Friday). I believe it is easy to take a good thing for granted and the absence of that thing can lead us to value it more. I know that is the case for me today as I long for a sweet pastry and feel the void in my office. I am still in the process of soul searching to determine whether or not to continue this proud tradition.

To those of you who did without breakfast on the expectation donuts will be here today, may I recommend you get something at the cafeteria before it's too late :-). I don't think we've seen the end of Donut Fridays yet...

Stay tuned.

[Nanette Zeile suggested]
Suggestion to this tradition.
  1. Continue with Donut Club with the high end criteria.
  2. For those whose commute does not allow for convenient pick up of donuts at a high donut boutique, they fall back on the internal Level 3 ‘Pressed for Time’ to pick up donuts at the donut boutique.

[Stacy Jackson wrote]
JP – why wouldn’t we continue? Just make a decision and go with it. Either way we go, we lose people on one end (purist) or the other (pragmatist). And since most of us are tolerant, then that’s what the group should be, right?

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