Road Rash

I have road rash. No, not the kind you get when you wreck your motorcycle because a dog ran in front of you.

I have the kind that causes itchy feet that want to hike somewhere cool. The kind of rash between your fingers because you want to be gripping the steering wheel, headed into the wild blue yonder.

Not chicken pox.
Not strep.
Not poison ivy.

The total body rash that says, "It's time to hit the road!" And the only cure is... you get the idea.