Just Singing In The Rain

It rained on me and losing is not my kind of game.  I was the monster as always when I lose so anyone beware I am not a fun guy to be around when I lose.  But it is a good thing at least that I can win as many games as I can lose in fact more winning games.  For a time the voice of reason was telling me to not to play chess if it is going to turn me into this horrible monster.  Now  I  know now I know why I kept   playing   through en endless slump that appeared there would be no end in sight.  My last game for today so far was the more interesting game as I was playing wounded my upper leg/thigh area was in a discomfort almost a pain any longer sitting would have been grounds for a forfeiture  and I did quit  rather than go on to play another game.  But I sent my queen  back down to my turf to defend against an attack rather than go for  one lone pawn.  It worked like a storybook charm I had succeeded in trapping my opponents queen on my own turf thus my opponent resigned on the spot once he  or she saw  no way out.  
Chances were that my  opponent was a guy.  I've got an oil painting of the Golden Gate Bridge I'd like to show you once it is finished.  Remember what I've been saying all along;  that there is a correlation between  the patterns one sees in chess as well as the patterns necessary to draw a good picture in the world of art.