JOE McGINNISS

As the Washington Post reports, Sarah has cancelled her ill-advised journey to Sudan for the July 9 independence ceremony of South Sudan.

And as was widely reported earlier, she’s also abandoned her U.S. bus tour after just the one leg that ended with her embarrassing blunder about Paul Revere’s ride.

The excuse, such as it is, seems to be that it’s prime fishing season in Alaska.

But that makes no sense. Sarah hates fishing, and only pretends to like it when in front of a television camera.

And it’s not like Alaska’s current nineteen hours of daylight per day is a new phenomenon she just felt she couldn’t pass up.

Something has thrown her badly off course, and it’s not just publication of Bristol’s trashy ghost-written “memoir.”

All guesses as to what it might be are welcome.

Hey, wait a minute, do you suppose she’s p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t?

In any event, at least this summer she doesn’t have to worry about me watching her mow her lawn with Trig on her back.

Instead, I’m planning to attend next week’s Rosanne Cash concert at Bard College.