So I walked in and he said, “Bee, it has come to my Attention that our Publication has been totally Absent during this Very Difficult Time.”

“I noticed that,” I told him, beecause I’d noticed I hadn’t gotten a new Issue of the “Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News” in a very long time.

“I’m glad you did notice,” he said, “beecause I’m putting YOU on Notice that all that is about to change - and you are going to start carrying your Weight around here to make that happen. There is a Production Meeting scheduled for this Friday. You will bee there - or Else.”

Then he told me to get the hell out of his Office, so I did that.

Of course, he never told me HOW I’m supposed to carry my Weight around here. I’m mean seriously now - I need Specifics. Am I supposed to bring back my Insightful, Highly Entertaining Movie Reviews? Does he want me to start making my Brilliant and Informatively Enlightening Observations again? Has he suddenly recognised the crucial need for my “Dear Georgie” Advice Column to return? I suppose he’ll tell me what the hell it is he’s expecting me to Do at the Production Meeting on Friday. (I just hope everybody there wears a MouthPart Mask, ya’ know what I mean? It’s like Great Grandma Gee Gee says, “You can’t bee too careful, Dear.”)

Luckily, that gives me today, tomorrow, and the next day to finish watching the Newly-Released Re-Runs of my favourite Action-Adventure-Law-and-Order Crime Documentary, “Hive Patrol”.

So I’m gonna go do that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!

So I got another Buzz•O•Gram™ from ButterCup. I dunno why she’s still holding that silly Grudge over that Birthday Thing. Seriously now. It’s not like I can go back in Time and make her Birthday any more Festive than it probably wasn’t, ya’ know? Beesides, beefore this whole Contagion Thing showed up, I’d sent my Time Machine out to bee Detailed and have the batteries replaced, but I’m hoping they’ll finally bee able to finish that up and deliver it to me early last week, but I’m not holding my breath.

But it is good to hear that my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, is doing okay, and that the Authorities in Kansas are finally doing something about Gladys HoneyWings and her Inconsiderate Habit of hugging everybody all the time and ignoring the Rules about keeping at least 15.72” away from everybody else until this Contagion is over. I wonder if she’s even wearing a Mouthpart Mask. Probably not.

Anyway, I really should try to figure out how to do one of those Video Chats so I can find out what’s actually going on with everybody - Or Else - but I’ve been very buzzy watching my Stories. As it turns out, Lance turned down that Lucrative Position he was offered, and told Alexandria that he’s just been in it for the laughs. I don’t know why he said that, since it doesn’t seem to me that Alexandria is laughing all that much about the whole thing, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s fine since after what she did to Courtney at her Coming Out Party, she kind of deserves what she gets. In the meantime, Lance has started over-indulging in Nectartinis, which, if you ask me, is Highly Irresponsible of him…but as we all know, there’s no talking to Lance, so I wouldn’t bee at all surprised that he has to go into Rehab in the next Episode, which starts in about ten minutes.

So I’m gonna go watch that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!

Yeah, so I’m still in Quarantine - ya’ know, beecause of that Vicious Contagion that’s still going around - and all I've been doing for the past week or so is spending a lot of time pretty much minding my own Buzziness, whatever that is.

I haven’t heard anything more from ButterCup about that whole Misunderstanding about her Birthday, so I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten all about my not remembering to remind myself not to forget that, so that’s a Huge Relief.

And I also haven’t heard anything more from my Illegitimate Nephew (Kevin) about what’s going on in Salina, Kansas with him and Alice and Howard Primsdale and that whole mess with Gladys HoneyWings violating the Keep Your Personal Distancing Rule (which, as far as I know, is still 15.72”). The last I heard was that she was still running around giving everybody Socially Unacceptable Hugs, but that she was starting to catch the Unwanted Attention of the Local Enforcement Swarm - which is never a good thing. Maybee later, I’ll see if Kevin’s signed up for that new VideoVisit App and find out what’s going on out there. Of course, I will have to comb my fuzz and straighten my Antennae. I sure the hell don’t wanna bee on Camera looking like this, if you know what I mean.

Anyway.

I do hafta say that I’m Highly Bored, and I’m mostly sick of having to wear this Amazingly Uncomfortable “I Visited Narka, Kansas, and all I got was this lousy MouthPart Mask” MouthPart Mask all the time. It’s hot and stuffy and hard to breathe in that thing and makes me wish I hadn’t eaten all those Roasted Garlic Pollen Puffs; however, as Mayor Billy Bee recently Mandated in his Amended Royally-Certified “Stay Inside the Dam Hive” Decree, everybody has to wear a MouthPart Mask ALL the time - even if we’re alone - Or Else. (He’s starting to sound like my Editor, if you wanna know my Opinion.) I don’t wanna bee Or Elsed, so I’m wearing the Dam Thing all the time - even when I’m just sitting in my ShoeBox all by myself, watching another Episode of my Stories (which, right now, is Season 487 of “As The Hive Turns”, and I dunno if you’ve been watching that, but I’m pretty sure that Brazen Hussy, Alexandria, is trying to talk Lance into marrying her, but if he’s half as smart as he thinks he is, he’ll get the hell away from her and finally go back to his Previously-Estranged Soul-Mate and accept that Lucrative Position in the Family Buzziness that his highly Nasty-Tempered Great Cousin offered him two years ago, but I think Lance is overly Smitten with Alexandria, so you know what they say…). Luckily, we won’t have to wait long to probably find out what happens next, since the next Episode starts in about five minutes

So I’m gonna go watch that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there.

ButterCup is apparently upset with me. She accused me of forgetting her Birthday last month. For the record, I didn’t forget - I simply failed to remind myself to remember, which, if you ask me, isn’t forgetting. But hey, I’ve been highly buzzy - mostly reading angry Buzz•O•Grams™.

Just for the record, I really don’t like it when ButterCup is mad at me. It’s uncomfortable. But is it MY fault she’s still staying with her Sister, Tweak, and that she hasn’t been here to celebrate her Birthday? No, it isn’t. She made her choices, didn’t she? Yes, she did.

Oh sure, I suppose I could have mailed her a HoneyCake for her Birthday, but in the face of this Contagion and Mayor Billy Bee’s Royally-Sanctioned “Stay In The Dam Hive” Decree, I didn’t want to bee arrested. Again. Beesides, thanks to this Contagion, HoneyCakes’R’Us is still closed, and the last time I tried to make a HoneyCake, I accidentally left it out in the Park, it rained, the icing melted, and quite frankly, I’ll never have that recipe again. I lost it.

We’re just gonna hafta celebrate her Birthday next year.

But even worse than all that, one of the Buzz•O•Grams™ was an Official Notification from the Central Hive’s Bureau of Imminent Threats, informing me that there’s some sort of Hornet that’s decided to move here. I don’t have any problem with Immigration at all, but these guys sound really nasty. Rumour has it they like to rent cells in Beehives, then turn around and rip the heads off of us bees.

How rude is that? Seriously now.

Anyway, for now, I’m gonna stay inside my ShoeBox, and just try to keep my head.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!