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So for the past couple of days I've been crossing my fingers whenever I've driven anywhere. Yesterday, when I picked up my eldest son, the car almost refused to start which would really have sucked.

Today after the mail came, hubby received a couple of checks so off I went to deposit them before hitting up Costco. The car sputtered to life after the bank, so I made it to Costco safely and thought it would do well with a long rest in the parking lot, be perky when I'm ready to leave.

So not. Not a wheeze or a flicker of a turn of the engine. A neighbor came up to rescue me by giving me a jump, but alas - the battery didn't want a jump, thank you very much. Kind soul that he is, he took my purchases back to my house and stuck perishables in the fridge while I called Triple A.

Half an hour later, a nice middle-aged man came to my rescue, trying valiently to get my van going - but no luck. He hooked it to his tow truck, I climbed in, and off we went to take the hulk home.

I ventured a mild,"so, probably not the battery, huh?" He came back with, "Probably the starter." Damn. $400 instead of $50, and that's only if it manages to pass a smog inspection...

I think it's time to seriously consider buying an old used car from a dealer. If they have any that are reasonable, that is. We'll see.
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In the meantime, Derek Fisher is my hero - his shot with 0.4 seconds to go in the game tonight put my Lakers up, 3 games to 2 over San Antonio. My becoming a Kings fan has been delayed, yet again, thank all the gods!
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Tomorrow, I won't have a car. Tomorrow I'll write a lot. Promise. Because so far, my week is not good - 16 pages over 4 days. *hangs head in shame* And I'll exercise, too. More than merely restraint. I promise myself.