I woke up later than normal that Saturday and shuffled my way into the kitchen. Today was our normal day to play out a scene. Setting aside a day for our games was something that had come about while I was working construction and still trying to build the business, but it had stuck.  The smell of French toast brought her out of our room. She was wearing a black crop top that had "kitten" printed across the front and pink...

The day started like most others: up at five, work out, meditate, check for orders from the online store then downstairs to my workspace to spend the day building and filling orders that we had taken the week before at the art show. It was close to nine when she came down swimming in one of my old shirts and stopped in the doorway and called out over the machine noise. "I'm going to head into town do you want to come with...

It was the first show we had went to after I quit my job to run the business and rental properties full time. The convention centers air conditioning unit was barely managing the fight against the southern summer heat and the crowds.  The noise of the crowd remained at a background thrum as they browsed the various booths selling hand made items, while me and my wife sat in front of a fan that we had propped up on the tab...