“Your a word expert,” my friend pronounced to me loudly enough that it drew my attention from the book I was reading.

“I’m no expert,”I denied.

“You’re a writer.  Good enough,” he paused as I raised my eybrows. “What’s the difference between joy and happiness?”

I puzzled for a few moments and then discovered that I did indeed have an explanation, whether right or wrong. “Happiness is based on the external. At least to me, joy comes from within. You can be joyful and weep at the same time.”

My friend pursed his lips in apparent distaste. “You’re weird.”

I met his gaze. “I know.”