Lucy and I drove all day Sunday, trying to get to Phil's house in one day, but after 16 hours, we finally pulled off and stopped at a motel in Indianapolis. I had suggested to Lucy that, if we stopped, maybe we could go get a beer. So we went to a nearby grocery store, but as we pulled up, I remembered it was Sunday -- you can't buy beer in Indiana on Sunday. Living in a theocracy sucks.
It was great to get a last night's sleep on a real bed. In the morning, though, when I went to use the shower, Lucy warned me that it was "weird." I turned it on and it produced a tiny, needle-like spray that was rather like a mister in the produce section of the grocery, but more painful. It probably produced about a cup of water per minute. It took several unpleasant minutes to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. It was horrible.
The rest of the drive was fine, however. We arrived in the early morning and spent the day visiting and having fun.