Apparently working at a flea market 48 hours a week is still a pretty hard prospect. With increased rents came increased stress. We started making money, though, and all that was great. Until our store was burned to the ground in a great big fire. I kid you not.
That, admittedly, was almost five years ago. I have, finally, started to approach something sorta of like sanity. I mean you can tell from my writing that I was quite nuts to begin with, but that event sent me into committable territory. Only thing crazier is my wife stuck with me through it.
I'm going to start working on I've Been Everywhere again. Chapter posting shortly. Whether I will fall off again is anyone's guess. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.