I sighed loudly as I went to get my pyjamas out from under my pillow.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Someone is wrong on the internet," I said. I've been cranky about a post for about a week from an author I used to like but who has disappointed me in their attitude towards something. I'm trying not to dwell on it (and I have resisted the temptation to jump into the comments and try to set the world to rights) but it keeps ticking me off.
My husband understands this. He knows the solution.
"Just look at cats for a while then."
That's the answer.