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A Sign of the Times

Dear Members and Constituents,
Have you ever wondered whether the Universe is trying to tell you something? I’m not going to try to chime-in on whether divine intervention helped atoms partner into molecules, making organic compounds which self-arrange into amino acids to form proteins assembling strands of DNA, creating cells that partnered with each other to form us. Whether or not you believe in the divine, chances are you wonder (or at least I do) whether there are subliminal messages all around, waiting just for you. This narcissistic tendency to read “tea leaves”, if you will, manifests itself in many unexpected ways. For example, I’ve been seeing my initials in a disproportionate percentage of license plates lately. Each time that happens, I wonder whether the plate that reads 639-JPF means my son Francisco (the “F” on this actual license plate) and I will be nine minutes late to our 6:30 appointment. (6:39). Who knows? What I do know is that if those are truly messages meant for me, I can see them, but I cannot decipher them. Another potential sign I’ve trying to decode came this week in the form of my birthday. I turned twice the legal drinking age this Wednesday… does that mean I should drink twice as often? Or, does that number, 42, hold any special significance? There is a band called Level 42 (anyone remember Lessons in Love? –awesome base line)… the first part of my employer’s name followed by my age (anything there?). The Hitch hiker’s guide to the galaxy also uses this number as the answer to the question of life, the world and everything… any direction to be extracted there?

Whatever the case may be, donuts have arrived courtesy of Brad Christian (donut boy). This is a sure sign you need to come to my desk and enjoy the sweet taste of one of these delicious pastries melting in your mouth. Correctly interpreting this sign should help give you more energy and inspiration to answer some of the deeper questions.
Happy Friday!

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