Curmudgeon

I am out of sorts. Partly that's down to TO's perplexing summer weather-- perplexing as in 'it's only 28C/ 82F, it's not 38C/ 100F, it's not **hot** by anyone's standards, so why do I feel like I've been worked over by mafiosi thugs, and why does everything ache and twinge, and why am I thinking what a relief a knife to the jugular would be?' Anyway today's much cooler and drier, so it isn't that.
( Considerations on becoming an Impressionist painter, malgré moi )