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Leap for Donuts!

Friends,
Ever wonder how Leap Year got its name? Me too. Admittedly, I had several hypotheses (why look-it-up when you can speculate, right?). I thought you might leap for joy at having an extra day --then again, unlike daylight saving time in the fall, the extra time does not add to the weekend. Perhaps it was an acronym -something to the effect of Limit Earth's Annual Phase-shifting (or something more clever). This week, to celebrate leap day, I finally broke-down and did some research (when all else fails, ask for directions, right?). So, it appears that every year, any given date advances one day of the week (for instance, in 2014 Christmas fell on a Thursday, last year on a Friday but this year it leaps over Saturday and Christmas will fall on a Sunday). Makes sense, right? Now, the ancient Romans did it with a twist. Instead of February 29th, they had a reprise of February 24th --talk about déjà vu. I can't decide whether it's cooler to claim you're one fourth your age (if you were born on February 29th) or to get twice the presents every fourth year (if you were born on February 24th). In either case, I suppose you'd feel special and appreciated.
Speaking of being appreciated, donuts have arrived. What better way to feel special on this employee appreciation day than by having a Krispy Kreme donut in your hand --or, even better, your mouth. It feels so good, you could leap for joy.
Happy Friday!

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