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Waste not, Donut


Dear Members and Constituents,
You are probably familiar with the concept of burn rate -the pace at which startups and growing companies burn through cash. But what about individuals? Have you considered your personal burn rate? At a fundamental level, your body is always burning calories, which requires you to buy food. Doctors and Shamans get a cut, and unless you're homeless or living in a feral state, you also need to pay for shelter. Maybe it's rent, maybe it's a mortgage. Even after your mortgage is paid-off, you pay property taxes and utilities. You burn fuel to get to work and if you've ever purchased on credit, you burn cash on interest to creditors who floated your consumption before you could afford it. You purchase roads, protection from bad guys and a safety net with your taxes. In this world of disposable income there is of course travel and entertainment which, in most cases, rounds-out your burn rate.

As a Friday Donut Club member, you also burn about a dime a day to partake in this delicious tradition.  This morning Kevin Royer went out of his way to make sure you got your money's worth. He went so far as to coordinate with other members of the corporate strategy team to ensure timely delivery on his day off. So come get yours -as the wise man once said waste not want not.
Happy Friday!

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