We've made it as far as the Colorado/Nebraska border... and it's Kitten's turn to do a little driving so I can catch up on business and make a few posts.
I drove until about 2 AM last night, we only made it to Omaha, though as Kitten insisted on a little shopping at the Mall of America:
The greatest misadventure of the trip so far has been my growing concern that I've been poisoned by the auto detailer's steering wheel cleaning agents - my hands have becoming discolored, now a mottling of a rich orange-brown like a tobacco-stain across my both my palms. Turns out I wasn't really listening, either dead tired or off in my own little world planning big things to come, when Kitten asked me to rub some lotion on her legs, back, etc. in the hotel room in St. Paul.... she tells me now, laughing, that she told me to wash my hands because it was bronzer, but I assumed it was just a moisturizing lotion and she wanted a massage.