Anyway, we're about six hundred miles into our drive. We're in our fourth state of six. We pulled off the I80 around 9PM and stumbled into a property belonging to a lesser-known hotel chain. I'm going to be kind and not mention said chain (although e-mail if you want to know who it is). It's a little rough. As proof, here's a picture of our some of the hardware in the shower:
|I especially like the drop ceiling and the loose tile|
All in all, a good day. Wonderful friends, who we will miss terribly, helped us clean the house, although I continued to argue that the buyers did not, and do not, deserve a pristine house, but that's because I am still a tad bitter about their craziness through the whole sale process. In spite of that, like I said, it's been a good day. Tomorrow is going to be even better because the New England adventure officially begins, with my family at my side.