Not bad. Deliriously happy being a married man. I've turned into a walking Hallmark card. Boggled by all the new relations that have popped up due to your Uncle. Worried that the family will never be as close as we once were. Worried about your other father. The Doctor one, not the other me. Worried about your mother.
Well... beyond all that, I'm good. How are you doing, sweetheart? Outside of last week's insanity?