Happily, I had no health problems at all. I think it's because there weren't 50,000 people chewing up the playa surface with the attendant dust issues. I also hate the dust getting all over me and every surface around, and that wasn't happening. And finally, Connie-Lynne made arrangements so I could eat throughout the day without having to do a lot of preparation, which helped my sense of well-being a lot.
So, it was a good time. I went skeet shooting for the first time (I think I went 4 for 14 against the clay pigeons), and we spent one hot afternoon swimming in a nearby reservoir (something you can't really do at Burning Man). But most gratifying was how happy everyone was to see me, when they thought I'd never be out there again, and how happy Connie-Lynne was to have me with her.