We all fell asleep as Round Three of the thunderstorm came through. I never heard another thing storm-wise, but as we pulled out of the campground this morning, there was water everywhere.
I woke up at 2:30 a.m. because of another issue, however. Ruth says it's because I'm too old to play tennis. That's love, I tell ya. But she might have a point.
The kids brought their tennis rackets and balls along for the trip, and the Springfield campground had a tennis court. I originally walked over to watch and take some pictures, but since Jeff was playing, I decided to play too. I was teamed up with Henry.
I have not picked up a tennis racket since shortly after Jeff and I got married in 1998 and our apartment building had tennis courts. So I had no business thinking I could just starting running around, backhanding and forehanding tennis balls. Billie Jean King, I am not.
That was pretty evident when an errant serve walloped Ruth right in the face. To be fair, I think she tried to hit it, but with the angle of her racket, the ball ricocheted off her face. Oops.
So at 2:30 this morning, my sciatic nerve let me have it. I took some Advil and remembered my friend Jen saying to put a pillow between your knees when you sleep, and it worked well.
I think my tennis days might be over.
Now, we're on our way to Kansas City. We'll camp in Kansas City, Kansas and do some sightseeing in Kansas City, Missouri. And eat lots of barbecue. We're still driving under cloud cover, but no rain so far. Once we got out of the Springfield area, the darker clouds have gone away. Now, every once in awhile, a little patch of blue pops out.
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