My builder for LFH backed out a week before start date, so I moved to the new property, set up my hammock, and I love it! But no one believes that's where I'm actually sleeping. Every night. For weeks. My hammock has been around the world--I got it in high school when my family lived in Venezuela, and it's been one of those purchases I would make again in a heartbeat. Like my Swiss Army knife. And yellow Sony Walkman. I listened to hours of prohibited radio on that thing, falling asleep to the 90's breakout bands and the evolution of modern music.
I digress.... my Walkman has since been passed on, my jacknife was confiscated by an airline when I forgot it was in my purse (a girl can't live without a jacknife), but my hammock is still here, and man, is she awesome. Nothing better than crawling in after the sun has set, nesting into the soft cradle, and waking up to the sunrise.
It's like being on vacation. But I still go to work every day, still run my crews, manage my projects, fall behind on voicemails, emails, and everything else. My shed is my storage, dog house, change room, closet, equipment shed, and hovel, and my patio table turns into my work desk in an instant--love sharing the neighbour's wifi!! My dog loves living outside, my cat is still in shock, and I'm starting to wonder...
Who needs a roof anyway??