Christmas woke the bees.
The anxiety bees, that is.
Ok, to be fair, it wasn’t Christmas itself that delivered a steel-toed boot to the hive.
It was more an unwilling participant in the quarantined holiday gathering that fired the bugs up.
Whether it was a willful bee-bothering on his part or not, I choose not to ponder.
The end result is the same—
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
So, I’m bumbling for traction again.
Sucking fret out of every flower.
Generally, bugging out all over the place.
I’ve never felt so buzz-worthy.