Mr. Buddy

Hit the road at 6:23. Slept at rest stop west of St. Louis. Creepy guy in car pulled in to the spot right next to us in an otherwise parking lot. He  tried to engage Jeff in conversation, admiring our set up through the van’s side door and offered him "spray foam." (Euphemism?). I think the low temperature was 31 degrees. We used a Mr. Buddy heater, which is supposed to safe be for indoor use. But I could tell Jeff was concerned all night he was going to kill us with carbon monoxide poisoning. Despite the cold, I was thankful when the fuel ran out around 3 am. We had enough blankets to stay toasty, as long as I kept my nose under the blankets and we snuggled tight together. We'll be in warmer climes tonight. So no more Mr. Buddy. Creepy guy slept in his car next to us all night. As we were drifting off to sleep, we thought we heard a knock on the van door., which we ignored. All in all: Covid exposure: low.