The itch is back. It is a terrible agonizing itch that can not be ignore. I spend my days wandering through the house, wondering how to scratch it. I know I shouldn’t. I realize that half way through, it will be painful and possibly bloody, and I will probably regret ever scratching it. But I can not resist. It must be scratched. The itch can not be ignored, will not be ignored. I’ve tried, really I have. I have paced every inch of DRY Ink trying to find a way to fight it, or at least a smaller itch to scratch. But alas, it is not to be. Nothing else will do. Monday I start on the largest project to date here at DRY Ink headquarters. Monday I scratch the mud room addition itch. Wish me luck. I’m gonna need it when I’m bleeding.