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The donut is half uneaten

Dear members and constituents.
Wipe that smile off your face! Why are you looking so smug in your Broncos jersey, sipping coffee from that Avs mug? Don't you realize you're living in a depreciating asset, earning a currency worth less than the Canadian loon? And it's freezing out there!...

Life's not perfect -- I am admittedly an optimist, not a deluded lunatic. You must acknowledge, however, we have so many good things going for us. There's that feeling the fresh Colorado air brings when you take a deep breath. The sound of a friendly voice. The contrast that exists between the warmth of your office and the brutal chill outside. The smell of warm coffee in the morning. There is also that tinge of anticipation at the thought of a fresh, sweet donut melting in your mouth… and then the realization that comes when biting into one! OK, it would be nice to get at least an honorable mention on some list that Fortune magazine produces, but even if we never do, we have great richness all around us. Family, friends, food on the table and fantastic mountains to admire and climb. Life is good!

So, grab that warm beverage that takes you to that happy place (No, I am not talking about Irish Coffee, save that for after working hours) and come enjoy a donut. Sara Baack has decided to let TimeWise bear the brunt of the cold today and delights us with a staple of our Friday diet (and one more reason Fridays are great). One more thing… before you go into your next meeting, wipe those donut crumbs off your face!

"The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty."
--Winston Churchill


Happy Friday!

P.S. Only three votes were received on the favorite donut shop survey which we would all agree would provide a statistically invalid result. Lesson learned: don't get carried away with the surveys.

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