What Do You Do When You Get Very Good News?

I, apparently, burst into tears so copious and vigorous that I develop a spontaneous nosebleed, my first since Miss Shackleford's seventh grade English class when I suddenly began to drip blood on my desk, thereby acquiring a degree of respect from the seventh-grade boys that my skills in pre-algebra hadn't garnered. Unfortunately I do not notice the nosebleed until I move my arms away from my face, whereupon I discover blood running down my arm and of course all over my face -  the complete vampire effect. I am fortuitously not in public but out of town in a hotel, which requires a bit of dexterity to manage clean-up whilst avoiding getting blood over the fluffy white towels. And I am even more fortuitously am with the world's best mystery fan, traveling companion, and photographer (although she sometimes has her camera on the wrong setting), who, having a perhaps naturally calm disposition and having worked in a vet clinic for years, is completely unfazed by both tears and blood.

Here's to good news and good friends.