. . . come again some other day/ Rabid hellhounds want to play.  And if they don't get to play sometime soon, rabid hellgoddess will lose her final dissolving fragments of sanity.**

            The problem is that I get just as fidgety as they do, but I take it out in snarling.***  Yesterday was what passes in my universe as a good-energy day, but as often happens with the ME-deranged system, the pedal then stuck floored.†  I was up way late digging through accumulated OIDTT†† and when I...