Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  Wyatt’s head dropped. “You just asked for the one thing I cannot give you.” He looked at Myra. “The studios have me on the tightest non-disclosure agreement I have ever seen.” Myra began to argue, Wyatt held up his hand, “I’m not finished. This non disclosure agreement is tight. Tighter than ones for some Hollywood marriages. If you get the tiniest speck of information while I’m in the room I lose everything. All the money I have made in the last twelve months, my mother’s condo will be sold out from under her, I will be barred from working as a PA not to mention the charges I will have to pay for breaking the non-disclosure agreement in the first place.”  A buzzing sound came from the patio table drawer. Wyatt opened the drawer, the screen on his phone was lighting up with a text alert. “I thought you turned that off.” Myra said. “I did.” “Someone turned it back on.” Myra responded with a frown. “Now who’s being paranoid?” Wyatt asked as he looked at the

  The current camera shot disappeared and was replaced with a technical difficulties video loop. Both Myra and Wyatt looked at the monitor. Several seconds passed, the video loop was replaced with the screen saver for the “Sunny Days,” vlog. A message apologizing for the disruption due to technical difficulties appeared as feed running along the bottom of the screen. It invited viewers to tune in for the next episode on Monday and wished everyone a pleasant day. Wyatt set about preparing the equipment to be returned to storage. “People being contained in hospital rooms.” Myra said as she placed her notes on the patio table. “Citizens with the virus being contained at Alcatraz.” She stood up. “Survivors of some transformation being transferred to Area 51 for testing?” She crossed the patio to Wyatt navigating around monopods, cameras, and microphones. Stepping over storage containers. “What’s going on out there?” Wyatt did not respond. “Wyatt!” Wyatt’s

  There is a long rust streak which runs along the new siding on the back of my house. It is located in an area repairs had to be made to last winter. I contacted the contractor I hired to do the repair requesting he stop by and take a look at it. It is not a large spot. It is unsightly, more importantly, there has never been any rust streaks running down the siding of the house before. This is new and clearly should not be there. I have confidence he will see the problem put to rights once he takes a look at it and we discuss it, but the stain is still there. In some moments it feels like a sign, a sign that I am a terrible homeowner. A sign I should get out now before I ruin the whole damn place. That way of looking at the problem is my problem. An obstacle. According to the dictionary an obstacle is something that obstructs or hinders progress. Being able to identify your obstacles is both a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because you know something i