"Does it have a sink?" I asked.
"No running water."
"No running water. We'll take a little port-a-potty. Or, you can walk to an outhouse in the middle of the night."
Or, I could stop the intake of fluids at noon, thus avoid choosing between creepy and gross.
Food causes me no grief when it enters my body, but when it leaves at the end of its cycle... well, I'd rather pretend that doesn't happen. Then again, some people go as if...as if...as if it were as natural as eating. Maybe I need a new exit strategy.