I noticed that at Speedway gas had risen, overnight, by nearly thirty cents a gallon. At Shell, it was still $2.12, so I tanked up (using my rewards card to get the extra $0.03 off, so I only paid $2.09).
But still: why the everlasting shit did gas go up thirty cents a gallon overnight? Is it just that one station? Is it a trend and they got there first?
I figured that in the absolute worst case scenario the price of gas would decline a few cents over the next couple of days. The spot price of gasoline never drops precipitously, though it can certainly rise with extreme alacrity. (Like going from $2.119 to $2.399 overnight.) So filling up today carries a very small risk of penalty (gas going down slightly) and a much greater possibility of reward (gas going up a lot but I filled at the lower price).
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Weird behavior: we have a pedestal fan which has two modes of operation. It will run relatively quietly and blow air, or else it will make this "clogged" sound--as if something were blocking the flow of air--and then it's not efficient at all. It seems entirely aerodynamic, and I can't figure out why it does this. Everything is assembled correctly and there's nothing loose; the only thing I can figure is that one of the bearings is getting worn and the shaft is wobbling--but even so it's still turning and the speed is unchanged.
And it's pretty f-ing annoying.
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Chicago is, for all intents and purposes, a third-world city. Violent crime is off the charts, for one thing. As Detroit, so Chicago. And for the same reasons.
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In our perambulations today we tried going to the bank branch nearest the auto body shop rather than the one we normally go to. That was a mistake, because we ended up in Lower Shit City, driving through the wastelands north of I-80 and within the Chicago urban sprawl. You don't see, in the Fungal Vale, buildings long disused with windows broken out, or burned buildings left to rot as they are. South of I-80 it's not nearly as common, and there is a very specific (and small) sector where that is possible, though not nearly as likely, as it is north of I-80. "Very bad neighborhood", bad enough that once we actually found the bank, we declined using it, and instead headed for the one closest to the bunker even though it added time and a lot of inconvenience to our errand.
But one thing we saw was the Great Wall of Cosco: an enormous stack of Cosco containers, stacked five high and to an unknown depth, for most of the length of a city block.
"How do they find anything in there?"
"Those are empties," I told Mrs. Fungus. In storage, no doubt, against future need...but with the world-wide freight market on the skids bad enough that Hanjin had to declare bankruptcy, I'm not terribly surprised. And on the other side of the street I saw the first Hanjin containers I've seen in quite a while--a short stack, one row about two or three high, but there.
Not liking what I'm seeing, not in September when lots of those containers should be in use.
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But! It's still Tuesday, and I can relax a bit. That's what I aim to do.