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Happy Friday!!!

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Dear members and constituents,
This is a test of our collective Pavlovian conditioning:

  • Fresh Powder -- Hit the slopes
  • Base jumping without a parachute -- A particularly bad idea
  • April 16th -- Taxes

And of course,

  • Fridays -- Donuts

There are some things we hold as certainties in life. We expect the sun to come up in the morning, darkness at night and donuts by 8 am on Fridays. Unfortunately, Time Wise had a mix-up on the pre-directional of the address for Krispy Kreme and they went to the wrong end of 120th. This means donuts will be here a little later than expected. The good news (for Jeff Allen) is that donuts are on the house. The bad news is they are not here yet. I expect them to be here in 20 minutes (say 8:45). I unfortunately have back to back meetings all morning so I may not be at my desk on time to send you a timely notification they arrived.

Please feel free to swing by my desk (32C-415) as often as you like to check for donuts. Also, if you do find donuts and notice I have not sent a note indicating they arrived, also feel free to reply to all on this e-mail and provide positive confirmation to everyone that they have arrived.
I will hold off on calling this a Happy Friday until I have had my first donut. Meanwhile, cheers!

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