Twenty fucking days in this fucking campground and camper. Weather is warm, 60°, and humid with sunny skies.
Grizwald had a tough morning getting out of the camper. I always have to help him, but this morning was harder on him. The smooth hard flooring wouldn’t allow him to get a grip to stand up to get out the door. We have to get the fuck out of here!
Nothing really much else for the rest of the day. Grizwald continued to have a hard day. I’m sure being in this fucking cramped camper doesn’t help. My back is fucked due to having no place to sit, or sleep, comfortably and having to lift Giz into the camper.
