I have this funny feeling...

i'm all antsy, a little queasy...i figured it out. stress. anxiety. i have a move coming up in two weeks, and i feel like i should be working on something right now. the fact of the matter is, i'm just about as ready as i can be, givien my plans for how we're pulling said move off. i just can't seem to explain that to my stomach. then there's the vacation. no relaxing for me - my mother and father-in-law as well as my sister-in-law and step-daughter (whom i'll see for the first time since she was 2, she's now 7), out in the middle of nowhere with some dogs and horses. i will be neurotic by the time the week is over, i know it. don't get me wrong, i like them all. but a whole week...we're talking sunday through saturday. i fear i'll go mad. i will be taking many good books with me, so in times of crisis i can retreat behind a thick hardcover. oh, i need to relax. maybe i'll nap one of my husband's valium and go to bed early. carpet cleaners coming tomorrow. i'm crossing my fingers and praying for the best. god, please let the pink spots come out of the beige carpet.