Rassle-frassle, russle-frussin'.....

Y'ever have one of those days when things were so out of control you just couldn't stop it, no matter how hard you tried? Well, those are the days when my pal from Fittleworth, U.K. --- Fiddlestix T. Bloomington --- often feels as ferocious as your humble Dragonmaster. Indeed, like me, he mutters, "Rassle-frassle, russle-frussin'...." when someone or something really makes him grumble. Given that I've had to wage temporary war against Mother Nature's forces for the sake of my living room floor's well-being not once but twice, the second time being last night (and I hasten to add, alas, that I did go down in temporary defeat), I am, frankly, in the mood to join Fiddlestix' grumpy mood. Come follow me, and we'll do so together.......