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Icky January

January is when I start to feel icky.  And by 'icky', I mean restless and crawling out of my skin.  It has only hit me in small bursts this year, but in the early morning hours of this Saturday morning, I'm feeling it.  My family is asleep.  Usually Mr. Bookworm is up writing by now.  I'm wide awake because I woke before my alarm.