So happy - the camper is set up in the driveway, and I'm inside busily cleaning, de-winterizing... and laying on my bunk reading and pretending I'm camping DH caught me out here "working" and he is laughing at my weirdness. Seriously, this is third afternoon I've escaped to do camper stuff. But the stuff? Yeah, I'm really just hanging out in here, enjoying the camper smell. This is normal, right?!?