Strong energy as today first tier tickets went on sale. I had hoped to go last year, but it was not to be. This year, well, no fucking chance in hell - because even if/when I do find a job, I am not going to be able to take time off for quite a while, and Fawn has other more pressing priorities for her vacation time. I am relieved to not have money hiding away because I might be tempted to just buy tickets. I feel torn. On the bright side shouldn't I be relieved to not have to dig through the hellish garage to prep all our gear, buy stuff that we need, plan the trip, find a trailer for the playa... ? But I am not relieved. Instead I am mourning those exact same things... because doing all of that would mean there was a trip/vacation/get-away to look forward to in a time when none is possible. The longer we are away - the less I remember the magic of the Playa. That makes me sad.
I am just blah about it... hell, about most everything lately.