So about September.

It was very long and too short in the way that my life seems to always roll.
Where to begin?
I went to Burning Man. It was good. It was very good. Better than last year. Never enough hours in the day to live all of it that I wanted to. For now I will leave you the perfect description that thebroomcloset posted previously.
"Burning Man is not actually about illicit or hedonistic activity. It’s really about community and personal expression, and through the tremendous personal investment and struggle that people go through to get to the desert, to survive there for a week, to create art there, and to be a member of the community, they learn a lot about themselves, and become better people."

Ironically I usually spend the month after Burning Man in a down spiral. (ok only 2 data points but I'm now 2 for 2) a lot of it is environmental. Both years I returned to a downturn in professional stimulation and an empty house. (fur beasts and reptiles not with standing.) Being depressed does not make for productive introspection.
The state of exhaustion and dehydration for a week after doesn't help either.
Things are swinging up again. Frantically packing at the moment. happily trip planning.

More later.