|Connecticut River view from Canoe Club|
|George's "air-conditioned" court by the river|
The conditions were tricky, with the wind whipping up clouds of clay. I could hear my father's voice: "You can't complain. Tennis is an outside sport."
As usual, George's Wednesday clinic was fun, with something always to learn and good partners and opponents.
Still, I did not have my usual joie-de-tennis. I am drained after working so hard to stay on top of my logistical challenges the past two days.
When I got home last night I expected to crash, but instead, deprived of my daily exercise, I could not settle down. I stayed up past midnight but still woke up at my usual early hour. The short night probably accounts for my flat-lined feeling.
The words of support that people wrote yesterday helped immensely.
Hopefully I can get to sleep earlier tonight.