I like watching the bunny cam at Brooklyn Bunny throughout my workday. Watching that cute little bun wash him’s widdle face acts as a serotonin reuptake inhibitor. I’m convinced that moral in any workplace would increase a thousand fold if there were bunnies scampering freely about the office. [of course, I’m also convinced that a really really good baked potato with all the trimmings for lunch would do the same thing.]

Why can’t there be more bunnies in our lives?