My Living Room Was My Bedroom

When I first moved in late 2002, it seemed the obvious choice for a bedroom. Now it is the obvious choice for a music room.

Found in the side yard rubble. Unimaginable as it may seem, I finally moved into my own house, a place I have referred to as a filthy hovel for years. Over an 8 week period - April through May, I made a concentrated push to get the most important tasks done that would allow for a minimal, man-cave-ish existence.

The hovel is without a real water heater, so I rigged up a solar water warmer with black tubing on the roof.