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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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Ashes to Ashes

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To an end to Covid Games

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BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

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