Once, I loved getting mail. Like, real mail, letters and such in the mailbox. Now, not so much. Packages are good, but they arrive differently. These days it's only bills and job rejections in the mailbox, for the most part. However, today brought a letter that said, "I am pleased to tell you that the University has approved your admission to the degree of Doctor of Philosophy. Please accept my congratulations on your success."
Just the ridiculous and pointless graduation ceremony and printing and binding of the book again, now.