Little Bee.

Somewhere, behind all the classes, readings, quizzes... Behind Beowulf, creative writing workshops, dinners and dog walks, is a tiny thought, buzzing around in the back of my brain like a little bee.

We've gotta move.

And today I wanna swat that bee with a rolled up newspaper.

{I think I'll embrace the bee once we find a place to live in Augusta...but now we're still looking, and it is still buzzing...}