A Little Night Music?
I spent some time yesterday afternoon rearranging the porta-house. (The RV... The Rig... The Hutch... a name hasn't stuck yet. "Flight Risk"...? )It was getting claustrophobic as it was, with the loft bed pretty much an attic and the 'dining nook' made into my sleeping arrangement. Now that has returned to table and seats, sleeping is again up on the loft. Ever see that image of a mountain lioness looking out over the landscape from a crevice way up in the cliffs? That's what I feel like, up in... Sign in to see full entry.