Getting My Read On This Time's End Of Times

I've had to interrupt my river float to walk on firmer ground. If even only for a couple days, the murkiness and mucky-muck seek clearer sight, and some new, steadier guide. So, sorry friends, Huck & Jim. I'll miss our depthy readings and punny piker's thoughts with a promise to re-join the raft should things come out okay. They have always without fail before. But should the rumors bear true, and all be wrought awry, I'll need the mettle and muscle of the infallible: BRING ME JACK REACHER!