Bad news!

After Mark’s recent post, I have to admit I have a few concerns myself now. I mean knowing that my own personal need for pepperoni sticks could very well endanger my life is scary enough, but knowing my partner is likely to antagonize rattle snakes and terrorize field mice and Boy Scouts is rather sobering. It is enough to make any sane man imitate an ostrich, and even we crazy idiots might have a second thought or three! And I seriously though I had my self combustion problem under control at last.

I have to admit, this might drastically change things. I have had major deliberation … biting nails I did not even have, pulling out my one remaining long hair, and repeatedly calling people to express my concerns. Not having any friends I have had to call random people, but I can hear in their voices that they are very disturbed for my well-being. I have been sweating for long minutes after having read Mark’s post, and we have had to have a very serious conversation about our plans. Drastic changes must be made to bring my sense of pending doom back to its usual apocalyptic level, and to ensure I can feel safe with my now very intimidating hiking partner.

It was a tough conversation to have, and tears were shed on both sides, but for sanity’s sake and to ensure that no wills will have to be rewritten, we have made some changes to our plans. We hope nobody else will be disappointed, but it had to be done. I am not sure Mark has fully gotten over the shock of it all, so I cannot in good conscience reveal it all, but I wanted to warn our devoted followers that change was in the air, so they can prepare for doom and gloom in their own way. Maybe some of the more astute of you have already heard or figured out what is going to happen, but I still felt this sad forewarning was necessary.

I will tell you more when my own stomach has settled.

SOB!