Struggling with Fate

I've been duking it out with Prophecy all week. I've been slogging determinedly forward, trying to force my way through the current scene, but it's not gone well. I've got a ton of notes on angles to try, things to use, tacks to take, etc., ad nauseum, but I still find myself staring at the current chapter and going, "Bleh."

I am very tempted to skip this one and move on to the next. I'm not quite sure why I don't. True, some of the coming scenes will hinge on what I ultimately do with this one. But there's still a fair bit of material that won't be significantly impacted by the details of this particular chapter.

Maybe the problem is that I don't really want to do any of those, either.

And as Saturdays go, this one wasn't as lazy as I would've liked. I went to a class on CPR today, and I now have a little white card saying that I know how to perform CPR.

And please, oh Lord, let this knowledge never come in handy.

At one point, the instructor is explaining where to put your hands when doing CPR, so as to minimize the risk of breaking ribs. "If you hear a loud snap, locate the notch of the breastbone again, shift the position of your hands, and try again. If you hear another snap, again, reposition your hands, and try again."

Ouch.

Of course, CPR is, in essence, what you do to dead people. If you are performing CPR on someone, it's because they have no pulse and are about to go from "mostly dead" to "all-the-way-dead."

Still.

Boy, I hope I never need to know this stuff.