Sleeping next to the rocket stove

I would be lying if I said I wasn't tired from the past several days working on the survival shelter intended for a longer term stay.  Youssef left this morning.  I worked on several things, but mainly just wandered around.  I burned the rocket stove for most of the evening as the sun was setting.  I awoke still seated on the wooden chair and feet propped up on a cinderblock sometime later to my friend's car's headlights as he came over to return some borrowed items.  Sitting next to the rocket stove when it is burning properly is amazingly peaceful.  I think I might loose some greenhouse table space to a recliner.