I didn’t feel terrific when I went to bed Wednesday night. I woke up feeling worse, but thought I’d better make something soothing for breakfast for Gail and me. I ended up making grits and eggs and, while it tasted pretty good going down, within an hour I was sick as a dog. I shooed Gail out and spend the next two hours worshiping porcelain. I also had chills and couldn’t get warm. I have a kind of “cocktail” my doctor has prescribed me for just such occasions. I took it and went to sleep for three hours and woke up feeling much better. I had felt so bad earlier, I considered asking Mr. FixIt to come up and be with me, but if I had a virus, a little camper is pretty tight quarters and I surely didn’t want him to catch something. It turns out it was probably a combination of something I ate and the fact I’m burning the candle at both ends. Although I didn’t eat much the rest of the day, I did stay hydrated and basically just took it easy…sitting with Gail and knitting under the pavilion here at the campground.

Yesterday was beautiful. The temperature was in the low seventies and the sky was clear. The birds were trying to out sing each other. When I woke up from my nap, I sat in my recliner with a mug of hot tea. I kept hearing something. Honestly, it sounded like a bird or a small critter on the roof of the slide out. Every time I got up to listen, it would stop for a few moments then I’d hear it somewhere else. All of a sudden it dawned on me. We have a MOUSE in the camper! Ugh!!!

I’ve been meaning to put some traps around but never got to it. We keep the camper out in the field at home and we’ve never had a mouse. Not till we got to the campground here. The camper that sat in this site before me was really, really old. It had split seams and duct tape. The gentleman and his dog were living in the camper and moving from state park to state park every two weeks. That’s as long as you are allowed to stay in on park. This is done to keep people from just living there. I felt for him. I’ve lived in my camper before by choice. It’s an entirely different thing to live in one because you have no other choices. 

This campground is surrounded by woods so picking up little tiny livestock is pretty easy…especially if you have a very old camper with lots of openings that let the critters in. I’m going to have to look around the undercarriage of the camper to see if there are any holes in it that would allow mice in. Gail gave me a DCon trap and we went to Dollar General later to pick up a couple more. I did see the mouse eating the little DCon brick and by evening I hadn’t heard it. I’d much rather seal up any holes than to set traps, but beggars can’t be choosers when you’re in the woods in a camper. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Gail and I sat out and talked in the pavilion till about dark. We had to reschedule our visit with Jan at her farm which was really disappointing. I didn’t know if I was contagious and I surely didn’t want to get her sick. She has a busy upcoming schedule…as we all do. I’m just really grateful that it seems to have been a brief upset and I will feel much better today.

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“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Romans 5:3-4 NIV