Give me a nail and a hammer...: After a day like today when I work myself to exhaustion I always come back in the house and fix myself a rumedy. "Rumedy?" my wife asks. Yes, rumedy, and after a few long sips, especially if I'm alone at the table, I'm liable to take up a song: "I don't work for a living. I get along alright without. I don't toil all day. I suppose it's because I'm not built that way. Some people work for love And say it's all sunshine again. If I can't have sunshine without any work I'd rather be out in...