Do you live around here? And If so, have you by any chance Stepped Outside lately? I mean seriously now.

Now, I realise I’ve been Totally and Exclusively Focused on what it is I’m gonna do for the rest of the Cool Season, but after Potato (my Sensory-Impaired, Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug) noticed I’d been Staring Into Space for the past I dunno how many Days, she told me to Snap Out Of It and go Outside for a Breath of Fresh Air. So I did that, and about the only thing I can say is: What the hell happened to all the Nice Weather?

I dunno if you live around here, or if you’ve even Noticed, but it’s COLD out and, at some point when I wasn’t paying a lot of attention (which I haven’t been lately), it also Snowed. Geeeeeeze…it’s still the Cool Season for cryin’ out loud - NOT the Cold Season.

Let me just ask: Should I bee running around Outside when it’s Cold and Snowy? No, I shouldn’t bee (I’d Freeze and Die, and Nobody wants that, probably). And since I shouldn’t bee going Outside, do I have a whole bunch of stuff to do Inside? No, I don’t. So what am I going to do? I’m gonna go to bed.

I’ll see ya’ when I wake up.

Well, here I am  - it's another Cool Season Friday, and about all I have to do is to sit here with my Nectar Colada enjoying what's left of a Platterful of Great Grandma Gee Gee's Highly Delicious and Marginally Nutritious Royal HoneyChew Krisp™ Cookies, and Ponder what I should bee doing with my Time and Attention beetween now and the time the Cold Season arrives.

In case you're Curious, I did manage to pay all that Honey to my Editor. Okay, so maybee I delivered it three days Late, but I don't think it was Necessary for him to Gripe at me for 87 minutes the way he did, and I especially don't think it was right that my Editor ended his Tirade with, "You're Fired, Bee - now get the hell out of my Office," but he did, so I did that.

So now, I don't have a Job, and I'm entirely Not Sure, mostly, how I'm going to Invest my Precious Time for the rest of the Cool Season. I mean, I'm not all that Big on Pollinating and, quite frankly, there just aren't quite as many Flowers to bee Pollinated at this Time of the Year, so just like me, most of the Bees in the Hive have a lot of extra Time on their Wings also, as well. Maybee I can take Advantage of that.

Maybee I should start a Book Club. We can start with my Novel ("An Affair in Algiers").

Maybee I should go back to selling Paper Spoons (as we all Know, you can never have too many Paper Spoons). 
 
Maybee I should start Smoking ... I do love the taste of Smoked Overripe Plums, don't you?

Or maybee I should think about helping Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) rebuild his Fabricated Intelligence Device (the Judge never said he couldn't build another one, you know). He told me he plans to Call it his "Reconfigured Interactive Fabricated Intelligence Personal Companion with Optional Integrated Recipe Reference Pak and Advice-Generating Module Device" - or the RIFIPCOIRRPAGMD (pronounced "RifiPcOIRR-PagmD"), for short, and told me he could really use my Help with the Thing...not that I Know a lot about Technology, but as we all Know, when it comes to Advice, I'm your Bee.

I dunno. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do. Maybee I should just sit here with my Refreshing Beverage and Marginally-Nourishing Cookies, and just Enjoy the rest of this Beeautiful Cool Season while I Figure Out whatever I should do next.

So I'm gonna do that.  

Okay, so here's what it is: The Hive's Royal Court decided to push up my Editor's Trial to an earlier and less Convenient Date, so that was held yesterday. After the Jury deliberately sat down together overnight and Discussed how to Rule in this case, they returned today with a Verdict. It was Totally Silent in the Courtroom as the Forebee read the Verdict:  Guilty. (Of  course, I found out later that it was Totally Silent in the Courtroom beecause just about everybody was Asleep - it was a very Long and Boring Trial, and most of the Swarm couldn't stay awake, especially during all that Insufferably Boring Testimony from the Prosecution about the Non-Exculpatory DMA Evidence or whatever the hell it was. Nobody understood any of that at all.) Anyway...

To make an Unnecessarily Long and Complicated Story Shorter than it probably Should Bee, the Judge told my Editor that he had to Pay a Fine of 3 Pounds of Honey (which is about as light a Sentence as anybody could ever get), then she Ordered that Kevin's (my Illegitimate Nephew's) Fi2 Fabricated Intelligence Device bee Taken into Custody to bee Immediately Dismantled and that its parts bee scattered in a Human Landfill (Kevin's very upset about this). Then she said, "Case Closed."   I'm absolutely Highly sure that this is the first time in History of the Planet that a Fabricated Intelligence Device got the Death Penalty (it still claims it's Innocent). 

So that was that. Mostly.

As we left the Courtroom, my Editor kind of glared at me with his Beady Compound Eyes and said, "Listen up, Bee: you're paying my Fine. You owe me five Pounds of Honey."
"But you were only Fined 3 pounds," I was amazed he had forgotten that Fact so soon. I mean, I know my Editor is beeginning to have some Trouble remembering things (unlike me, who as everybody knows sometimes usually has a Flawless Memory most of the time, probably), but seriously now. I hope he gets help with what Appears to bee a Short-Term Memory Issue. 
"You're paying the Court Fine of three Pounds of Honey, AND, I must add," he added, "you're going to pay two more Pounds of Honey for the Aggravation you've caused me.  And I don't want any of that Cheap Imitation Stuff they try to call Honey in stores...I want the real stuff: five Pounds of Grade A, Unfiltered, Local Honey. Five. And I expect those FIVE Pounds of Honey to bee in my Office and on my Desk by the End of the Day - Or Else."
"Fine," I said.

Oh geeeeeeezzzzze.  How in the hell am I going to get my Wings on Five Pounds of Honey beefore the End of the Buzziness Day? 

I need to deal with this, so I'm gonna go do that.