Dad's been in a mood about diesel for a month. The van is basically his whole business, and diesel crossed six dollars a gallon last month and then kept going, which he's brought up at dinner at least once a week since, by my count. He can quote the day's number to the cent. He's started grouping service calls by neighborhood so he isn't crossing town twice in one day. Said he should've been doing that for twenty years. Mom said she's been telling him that for twenty years. Good dinner. New owner at the store raised the delivery fee, same reason. Nobody yelled at me about it at the register, which I'm counting as a win. Still reading the channel log every morning. Nothing in it I didn't put there. Still reading it.