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Année 216 de la République / Mois de Messidor / Décade I Jour du Duodi

Dear members and constituents,
Last week marked the fourth anniversary of the Friday Donut Club and not even I remembered it. I suppose it only goes to prove that if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it... well, you know. My, how time flies! And it does not matter what calendar you use, the progression of time is inevitable. Whether you think of today as June 20, 2008 (Gregorian Calendar); Sivan 17, 5768 (Jewish Calendar); Jumada t-Tania 15, 1492 (Islamic Calendar) or even 12.19.15.7.15 --15 Zotz 10 Men-- (Meso American Long Count Calendar) the fact is that day counter on your calendar will move ahead again tomorrow. I think it was a wise and anonymous e-mail chain letter sage who once wrote "you should not focus on how many years you are able to put into your life. Instead, try to put as much life as you can into the years you are given" (Or something to that effect, the precise wording eludes me, a curse I must live with due to not having forwarded that chain letter to 50 of my closest friends within 2 minutes of having read it). Life is a rapid succession of "nows", each of which gives us an opportunity to add another slice of life to our years. Unfortunately, many of these "nows" are focused on preparing for the "coming soons", eventually leading to the bad habit of living for the then and there with an utter disregard for the here and now.
Well, here is an opportunity to buck the trend and seize a "now" for yourself. Grab a donut and hot beverage of your choice. Flood your senses with the delicious donut experience. Immerse yourself in the moment, made possible by Brent Fontana and the four dozen scandalously tasty snacks he purchased for your personal enjoyment. That MS Power Point presentation and/or MS Excel spreadsheet will wait for you, they're not going anywhere... but you can, so come on down here. What are you waiting for? Perhaps tomorrow or, perhaps, the end of the world? --which, it has been suggested, could come as soon as 13.0.0.0.0 --3 Kankin, 4 Ahau.
Happy Friday!

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