I don't like this moving thing...

It's been a week or so since I've written anything but blogs and two to three weeks since I've read a book.

I can feel it.   I've got ideas left and right and I've got that weird itch in my hands to write/read. 

Only four more days...only four more days.

Then I can unpack all my books, my notebook, and get back to 'work'. 

Is it weird that even though I'm so excited to be in the nice, big, new house, I'm most excited to write and read again?