I hear ya, Sloth. My little boys are named "Boss" and "Boss' Wife", and they run my ass into the ground mostly. I work 27 days out of 30 for them, and I'm thinking of 28, to offset the 38% uptick in my health insurance premium...
I just realized about 9 or 10 months ago, I was horribly depressed, and couldn't imagine life continuing like that. And it was because I didn't do ANYTHING I used to do, musically or artistically, or anything at all. Having an outlet for those urges- even if only for the steam-valve value- is crucial to me. I've found something to sink my teeth into physically and creatively, and lacking a place to do it is incredibly frustrating right now. I can grind a little metal or kydex once in a while, but I risk the wrath of the insane fat lady, and toxify my living space if I do. I'm anodizing titanium on my bathroom vanity, fer fook's sake.
I have Saturday off, and I'm thinking of driving across town and checking this place out. They have forges. And hammers. That's plural. I had a flash of me making cable damascus from parts of the Ben Franklin Bridge after we finally have to seal ourselves off from Camden!