I don’t remember where I parked it, but my wagon is around here somewhere. As soon as I find it I am cinching the team and rolling out for the country. The holiday schedule was never supposed to last until June. It is time for some austerity measures.
No more Johnny Funtime until I feel reasonably sure I could save myself from most run of the mill catastrophes. These include my usual concerns…
Escaping a stadium full of panicked and stampeding hordes (best option is to shelter in place.)
Snake encounters of all kinds. I saw a Cottonmouth and a Rattler on friday. Either could have run me down.
Running out of gas and walking to the nearest exit. (Right now that could be a two day bivy.)
Multiple gate changes at the ATL airport.
Until I feel I can survive those and many other threats I will be over here sulking in the corner with some carrot juice.