Last Friday, I walked in to the office reeling from the news about that horrible, senseless theater shooting here in the Denver area. I can't really comment on that incident; it's so horrible and wretched that I can't get my mind around it. I feel sick, and it's a feeling I can't shake.
I trudged in with a heavy heart, pulled out my chair, and found a Winchell's donut box with this note affixed to it.
My friend Erica had brought in bagels and donuts for everybody. I have the later shift, so I always get the leftover donuts (not that I'm complaining; a leftover donut is better than first choice of the oatmeal selection in my desk drawer). She gave me first choice.
Something about that is just so sweet. And in the face of evil, we all need a little sweetness.
And sprinkles.
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