I know, it's hard to believe, but living on the island is not a 12 month vacation. Sometimes we actually work. Like today. No afternoon trip to the beach; no lounging in the hammock, no long lunch in the treehouse.
But I'm not complaining. There's also no commute to work (unless you count the 13 steps from my apartment above the shop); no dress code (bare feet are not uncommon at the Village Craftsmen); no cubicles (I've heard about them); and no hectic, stressful schedules (it's OK to walk outside for a few minutes to take the laundry off the line).
All in all, it's not a bad life.