Reporter's Note: Each day I write to President Obama. I’ve done it since he was inaugurated. See, if I’d done it beforehand, it would have seemed sort of like stalking. As it is, it just seems strange.

Dear Mr. President,

Are you having a good time? I was thinking the other day about how you could have less than a year left to be the president. Sure, you don’t want it to play out that way, and perhaps you’ll win re-election, but as a fair number of your predecessors can attest that is no sure thing.

I remember when President Bush shook your hand as he and his wife were boarding the helicopter to leave on your inauguration day, he said something to you like, “You’re going to have a blast.” And I hope you are.

Whenever I speak to young folks I like to tell them that while work is called work for a reason and it will often involve something unpleasant, as a principle they should try to find a job that they generally like. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be a pie in the sky “I’d like to be a billionaire” occupation, but it ought to be something that does not feel like pulling your teeth out every day. Then try to enjoy it.

There is simply no advantage to hating what you do. Such an attitude promotes illness, stress, anger, marital discord, and significantly increases your chance of winding up on a reality show... which, as we know, is really not a good thing.

So I hope you’re enjoying your time as President. Heaven knows, I would. I’d forever be declaring holidays like Houdini’s Birthday, and issuing wild proclamations like “Jenga is now the official game of the United States!” Now, that would be fun.

Making a run up to Rochester and back today, so if you are planning on calling you’ll have to work around my airplane schedule.

Regards,

Tom