It's been rough. You gotta know. The heat of a central MS summer, my mother living with us for the past two months, work, school starting back and the kid's schedules. None of these things has made it even remotely possible for hammock time.
We move mom into her new home Saturday, the temps have dropped to more comfortable levels, humidity is abating, and schedules are more solid now, so I got out last night and hung my "daily driver" hammock. It's a single layer DIY black number I fondly call the stealth fighter and a hex eno tarp that will stay up for the foreseeable future, bird poop and all, who cares.
I got to lay in the hammock for a few minutes (had to test the suspension and lay, right?) before duty called once more. I'm so close I can almost taste it, or perhaps feel it, as it were. It's supposed to rain this weekend at some point, which I also don't care about. There will be hammock time or my family is gonna seek asylum in Afghanistan cause it would be more peaceful there than to watch me twitch and growl because my stress levels have gone through the roof and no outlet for relaxation.
I'm sooooo freakin' close......
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