We're still here! The electric tongue jack (which hooks the trailer and the truck together so that they can travel together) locked up its motor, and we need a new one, which of course they don't have in stock, but will have by 8:30 tomorrow morning.
And the trailer battery, which we've been suspicious of all along, is totally finished. Who knew that they don't like sitting outside on the trailer all winter long, and will die if you leave them there? So a new battery (user error, not covered by warranty) and new motor for tongue jack should be installed by 9:30 tomorrow morning, and then we're rolling out.
Boy, it is fun to stay in a house where the refrigerator is emptied and unplugged (Think no ice for Ron's scotch), and the heat is turned off.
So we'll miss breakfast with Mark Twain in Branson, but all is good. . .