a good excuse not to get dusty

I've come to the sad realization that it's a good thing that I haven't pursued going to Burning Man this year because my right shoulder is still messed up. Even a slacker Burn, which I'd really like to do sooner or later, involves pitching a tent in a place prone to high winds, getting hundreds of pounds of gear and water into and out of a vehicle, and then tons of physical activity when it's time to pah-tay.

The Tickler was telling me to see my doctor about my shoulder, and that's looking like a good idea. I do seem to have lost some range of motion; putting a bra on without turning it hurts for a minute.