So how has everyone been? Good?
It is Christmas time here. I believe I got the greatest present a few weeks early. I honestly thought that I would never receive it. And yet I have.
My hands are frozen, partially from it being a bit chilly in my office, partially because the blood has withdrawn from my extremities from my nervousness.
Sometimes I wonder what people see in me. I get treated so well and I can not believe it. I don't understand it. I am not anything great or monumental. I'm just some guy. I am not particularly good looking or athletic or anything. I'm not even that intelligent. I am not charming or suave or anything like that.
I am nervous, awkward, a little bit clumsy. I'm skinny and average height.
I just do not understand what people see in me.
What is that Robert Frost poem? How does it go?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;