I sense some free-floating bad mojo out there. Time to get the fly swatter.

Most, but not all, of my ped flags got swiped again. I've ordered replacements. I wonder if there's a spike in thefts during the summer when the whippersnappers are less occupied. Who else would be that dumb?

Burning Man crunch time. The amount of stuff that the Space Virgins have left to decide & do is pretty daunting, as is the reduced number of people and dollars we have to do it with. At least I've got a pretty good idea of what I need to get done for them; I've even written it up on the SV wiki. Individually I'm in pretty good shape. At Nibs' insistence, which I find pretty amusing, I've rented a sat phone. If she's willing to spend the money, I'll bring it and use it.

Nibs feels like butt and has started the paperwork for another Bomb. Yes, she has to get her doc to write the insurance company every six months. Ain't private insurance grand?