I need to whine for a minute. Today was the day I was supposed to be packing up for Burning Man. Spending a whole week with like minded people. Getting to hold hands with both my husband and my girlfriend, with no fear. Interacting with giant art. Dancing all night. Spending hours in the Temple honoring those close to me who have died in the last year. And just generally hitting the reset button, and getting reminded what is important and what isn't. I know I'll get to go next year, but I could have really used it this year. And yes, I know, first world problems.