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I refuse to give up on my samdean_otp story, but man, it's a struggle. I toyed briefly this morning with the idea of scrapping it and starting over, but my brain isn't going there anymore than it's being helpful with the story I'm already both emotionally invested in and STUCK ON. I've taken to bribing myself with candy - one Rolo for every 100 words I write.

Luckily, I don't have anything to do for the next several days. Since I'm babysitting Horace, I can't go to Columbus, and Larry's on call, so he can't come home. Horace, Neville and I are sitting out on the deck enjoying the breeze while I wrack my brain for thoughts and words. I have no reason to leave the house until my run on Sunday - my left shin hurts, so I'm resting. I probably need new running shoes, which I will buy AFTER I finish this story.

Dammit.

Yesterday I went to a local farmer's market in a nearby church parking lot, where an 85-year old woman backed into my car. Okay, she was going about 2 mph and just kind of slide alongside it, much like the Titanic scraping that iceberg. Naturally, the whole left front fender needs to be replaced. I just called her with the estimate, and she doesn't want to report it to her insurance company, she just wants to pay me. I can't say as I blame her. Her husband died in July and the insurance is still in both their names, she has lots of paperwork still to do since he died, and they'd probably say, hmmm, maybe you're too old to drive. We talked for a long time, and she was utterly delightful. Her car is a 1998 Oldsmobile the size of my living room, and she took great pride in telling me that model used to be used for police cruisers and has the strongest bumpers of any car ever made. Her car is made of steel, not aluminum like mine, and could easily be hammered out, unlike mine, except there's not a scratch on hers.

Also, we agreed that the tomatoes we each bought weren't all that wonderful, so it was all for nothing anyway.