I went on to the Internet today to write a quick, not all that funny joke for you because you've been working so hard here learning about Jacopo Pontormo. So... you needed a reward.
But I immediately came across a BBC Future article about how being grumpy and bad-tempered is really good for you.
I just wanted to tell you that it irritated the hell out of me. So I stopped reading it.
And I do feel better.
So thank you BBC Future.
No, that wasn't my joke. My joke was that I was working on the automatic check in machine at my library and I dropped a big, thick novel really hard, on the corner of its spine, on a cement floor.
"Uh oh." I said quietly. "I think I broke it into short stories!"
No one was around to hear my witticism.
It bugged me.