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

  Writer Lady stumbles into the living room to a flurry of activity. Aunt Purdy, Peter, Paige, Dylan, Furnatche, Ray, Carp, Dobby Cat, Smudge and Spots are all standing in various spots around the perimeter of the room. Tinkletoes and TP are near the center next to a lift bucket. Diomedes stands inside the bucket, Writer Lady watches as it rises closer and closer to the ceiling. TP is floating in the air near Diomedes’ shoulder, encouraging the dragon. A dragon that is looking decidedly uncomfortable. The lift’s movements are choppy. Writer Lady can’t help but wonder who is at the other end of the controls especially considering the fact the lift doesn’t appear to be attached to anything. Ray narrates. “Diomedes you are being lifted up into the sky! You are standing in the sunlight. Close your eyes and imagine the sun warming the scales on your back! Imagine the muscles in your back relaxing. Taking a deep breath you...” Tinkletoes holds a bullhorn to his lips.

“You actually believe that no one who sees Diomedes will think to do a double take?” Tinkletoes does not acknowledge Writer Lady’s question much less answer it. “Look at who I’m talking to.” She mutters. “This is going to be an absolute train wreck.” “Did you hear about the train wreck?” Ray asks as he walks into the kitchen. “Astronomical.” He says. “No one was killed. No one hurt. Hollywood could not have planned a better accident.” “There was something about one on the Internet.” Tinkletoes comments. “There was something wrong with the tracks, when the engineer was trying to stop he hit the brakes too hard.” “The cars jack-knifed?” The self-proclaimed mercenary asks. “No. This was way better. One car ran right up the back end of the other, pushing it’s back end up into the air. Like this.” Ray holds his right hand up horizontally, he raises his left hand below the right one vertically in an attempt to illustrate a visual image of the crash. “Kind of like an