It was a typical Friday afternoon in my office when I started to feel it. I drummed my fingers across my keyboard typing out emails as I felt it expanding in my mind. If it had been a physical manifestation it might have looked like water boiling on the stove. It bubbled slowly at first and then became rapid until it spilled over the sides of the pot. It was a mental itch to get out of the house, get away from the everyday routine, and it was all consuming in my mind by the time Scott arrived home. . .