As I dragged my sleeping bag from my picnic shelter to the car I heard someone who had passed the night in their car remark "You've got the right idea!" Refreshed myself for the morning and pushed farther East. Still, I did need another nap. After some cranky lady chased me away from the only tree I could find in her stretch of Wyoming, I found a quiet underpass where I could power-nap at the wheel, shaded from the sun. I sought breakfast in Nebraska, stopping in Chappell, where I had first managed to get my Beetle running after a bad night on my westward journey two years before. After learning that they had no good breakfast places, I grabbed a big bottle of juice at the local supermarket and a few postcard stamps at the local post office, and pushed on to a restaurant some exits farther East.
About 11:30PM I pulled off in Newton, IA, and called Grandma. Then I called Uncle John McConeghey and spent the night in his guest room in exchange for getting his new CD burner to talk to his computer and burn CDs. He had a golf thing at 8AM the next morning, and had taken a sleeping pill, which explained his narcoleptic state. Still, he pushed on in consciousness 'til 2AM, when I excused myself to sleep.
I enjoyed his company, and I also enjoyed the luxury of his shower. 'tis a joy to be clean.
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