It's after midnight.  This is about the fifth or sixth night in a row I'll be getting to bed around 1 or 2AM and getting up early.  We meant to leave for the playa this evening—decided instead to go early in the morning.  I'd thought I'd have a more relaxed evening at home to finish packing and write more of a blog—instead I spent it in a nightmare of frustration trying to get the last little bits printed up.  In the end, after closing down two copy shops, I still have to stop at a Kinkos in Reno tomorrow.  

But all the rest is done.  All the big graphics are printed.  All the signs are made.  The whole structure has been labeled, bundled, and packed up in the truck and the bus.  Now, if we only all get there and can figure out how to put it all back up, we'll have an installation.

I've instructed all my friends that the next time I get an idea, they are all to say in a firm tone of voice, "Down, Starhawk!   Remember Burning Man!"

Goodnight!