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Happy National Donut Day

Dear members and constituents,

Happy national donut day! I must admit I was caught flat-footed for this event. I arrived at the office this morning and as I stared at my computer’s diagnostics blue screen, a couple of folks called this event to my attention. So why is it we celebrate national donut day and how did I miss it? As for the former, I think it’s self-evident. For the latter, I guess I was too busy to pay attention. It felt like my elevated level of activity might be, in part, for activity's sake alone. I suppose that is a human trait. We badmouth work and yet we do work that seems to have no other purpose than keeping us busy. We water the lawn so the grass can grow so we can mow the lawn. Lather, rinse, repeat. Hundreds of e-mails get read, so hundreds of e-mails can backfill those positions. Reports get produced, memos get written, voice mails recorded. Our frenzied lifestyles make it easy to lose sight that we're actually making progress and doing things for a good reason. The lawn looks pretty, your hair smells nice and the people whose e-mails you answered are grateful. And the Krispy Kreme donuts, here today for national donut day (courtesy of our donut boy, Matt Hawthorne) are delicious. So come celebrate with me.

Happy Friday!

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