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I stayed up late last night making and refining my list for Burning Man. It helped steady me. I think I have a good game plan. Tomorrow with playa-mate will be fun, shopping at the swap meet and talking more, getting more used to everything.

Today I'm listless and antsy and anxious, strange combination. I desperately need to do yoga. I'm out of tune. I'm still in my robe, puttering around. There are bills and appeals to submit to my insurance, I put it off day after day. I don't know why. It seems difficult, insurmountable. These are the times I miss a spouse or an assistant, like craving ice cream at night.

I had a fun chat with my mum. I like the English term, mum.  It's interesting that she says things like Burning Man is right up my alley and understands the fear and nerves but that I'll push through cause it's my kind of experience, unstructured, unknown, creative, odd, etc. I like that she's trying to picture and understand it.

I'm going to read for a while and hopefully relax, then yoga, then walk to Whole Foods to research some stuff, get a little treat, but mainly to get some cash for the swap meet.