well well well

only two more nights of Campout Fever left. that is correctamundo, we have been living in a tent in our living room for the last week and a 1/2. and i must say that it is definitely time to be moving on to a new campground. because we are running out of places to bury our waste.
raccoons raided us again last night. i have noticed that for the last several nights, they have been coming downwind of us. i named them all by the way, except for Skippy's brother. i just dont like him, so he does not get a name. he is a total cockblock. but that is another story.
i looked in the quartermaster's wagon this evening, and my hunch was correct. we are completely out of any viable food products. i knew i would regret knowing, but morale was already low. if he beats me again in poker tonight, i will let the men know, and they can do what they will. i think the only thing worse, would be to actually know what we were eating. one good thing is we have plenty of toilet paper left. enough for two bouts per man per day for two weeks.
on a final note tonight, i can see the planet Venus in the night sky. It gives me hope, a sense of serenity. for she is our patroness on this leg of the journey. we shall spill goat's blood at daybreak as a libation to appease.

St. Gorton