Howling at the Stars

It's about noonish, and I've not been in San Francisco for two weeks. I'm gingerly making a start to the day, it's beautiful out and I've got a pair of fur pants to walk home in. Loren took me out to the Burning Man Decompression party last night. Suffice to say, I enjoyed myself. Trying to some up the entire evening will take further reflection, but it was definitely an evening to remember. I slowly trying to understand the world I've found out here, a major part of which is Burning Man. Trying to explain what this means to someone is a futile task, as Burning Man encompasses at least 7 different things for every person and there's no guaruntee that there's any similarity between what it means for one person or another. Anyway, I should be heading down the coast this week, to LA but as everyone may know, I'm terrible with deadlines, so I shall get there when I do. That's about it for now, I'm going to figure out where I am and how to get back to Loren's at some point, and eagerly anticipate the ALCS.