15,000 days and Burning Man

A friend of mine arrived at Burning Man today, celebrating the 15,000 day of his life. Not so inconsequential, considering the battle he has waged to get this far. I think of my silly complaining about the stress of work, and think I should be more satisfied that I have no such battle to wage. But then, I think, I don't have any such battle to wage and I am not rejoicing nearly as thoroughly and constantly as I should be. And usually I'm pretty good at that. Have to get my act together. Will do it. Starting now.