This past week has seen me twitchy, irritable to the point of frequent explosion, gloomy and murderous with that all too familiar doom pit in my stomach. Turtle and I have argued more than ever before – mainly my fault of course. On top of which I have been sleeping deeply at 10.30pm every night and have had no energy to do anything at all after work.

Yup, missing Burning Man was as bad as expected – no, worse. I didn’t expect it to manifest physically. On top of my new super dooper high powered job it was more than I could cope with.

Let the countdown begin!