---
name: Such a slog.
composer: c4lliope
summary: By far the most horrid weather I've ever driven through.
labels:
  - road
  - rain
  - spend
  - income
  - library
public: false
---

Ugh, I'm glad I'm finally dry, I guess.
I really had a hell of a night.

This place near Sioux City holds the record for cheapest gasoline;
even considering the 10% ethanol, I had been super pleased to fill up.

![Philips gas sign displaying $2.45 per gallon][gas]

[gas]: https://share.operand.online/gram/page/media/2025-07-07.gas.jpg

When I rose again this morning and saw my tailpipe spewing grey fog,
I guess I was prepared to hear the car screaming a complaint of
'Oil Pressure Low'; $12 on oil under the hood seemed manageable,
and I sure do hope these spending margins hold up.

Rather than all the engine problems,
the panic this morning came in a different form:
I used my final coffee filter.

Plus, I had slept through in Council Bluffs, Iowa -
and the place seems to have more parking meters than cars.
I'd be surprised if I ever do more than pass through there again,
the place seemed as dull as can be - and predatory besides.
I guess one needs to consider that their neighbor, Omaha,
is run by banking managers,
and then their propensity to squeeze pence may make cents.

So, I blew through there in the morning to hop back on the highway -
it would have taken me 19 minutes to head back to Omaha's library,
and I was already hot and damp and displeased.

My mood turned around when I rolled into Des Moines,
mid-day according to the two timezones that my clocks are reporting back in.
I rolled up to Gray's Lake and found the one shady parking spot,
and dipped my legs in the lake to do some stretches,
and then decided to pass by the library as I headed out of town.

I'm super happy to see that this library uses and underground parking garage,
where the car now slumbers, and where I soon will be filling the tires
and re-using my final paper coffee filter for a second brew.

I guess tonight is going to be passed in Davenport, Iowa,
and when Davenport once again faces the sunny side of the Solar complex,
I'll be plunging into the final day of road -
through Illinois, a slice of Indiana, and then Michigan,
where I can finally relax - though not too much.

I am more and more concerned that tomorrow is the day the gas runs dry.

Luckily, Stripe emailed me back and has implied that I'm good to go,
so I can keep building up a small form for subscribers to use here.

Rather than mix messages, I'll publish [a second page] today
describing the subscription model I have in mind,
because why pay for rambling road recolleccións when you can
be charged for commissions you care considerably for?

Keep on reading, is all.

[a second page]: ./income.plan
