I could use some great, amazingly fantastic news. My life has featured none of that for a few years. It’s been a time of bad news, starting with the presidential election a little over a year ago and continuing through my husband’s job loss. I’m not sure what I would do with great, amazingly fantastic news.
Yes, I do. The first thing I would do is contact my husband. I suspect that anyone getting news like that would share it with someone. My parents aren’t around anymore, so it would have to be my husband. I would probably message my husband rather than call him. Why? Because my hearing is bad enough that I don’t like phones:
“Guess what?”
“Mrrph.”
“What?”
“Mrrph.”
No, it’s not quite that bad, but it’s close.
If it’s great, amazingly fantastic news, I probably still wouldn’t be able to get off work, so we’d have to celebrate later.
I can’t even think of what would be news that good. I don’t buy lottery tickets; my job doesn’t have any advancement possibilities since I’m not going for full professor, and I can’t retire early because of the lack of health insurance. So this is not likely to happen to me. But I can pretend.
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