It's not like I don't have stuff to write about. My dad got out of the hospital today. 2 days ago he had a massive seizure that left him almost dead on the ground. My sister had to pump on his chest and follow the directions of the 9-1-1 people.
Then my brother drove up from Florida to help my parents and he hit a dog with his vehicle. The dog just ran out on to the highway. My brother's car decapitated the dog. He told me he saw the head just flying up in the air.
Then today I didn't eat breakfast because we had a faculty meeting scheduled and I was running late so I didn't eat because we always have bagels at faculty meetings. Then the meeting was canceled so I had no food.
So between the seizure, the decapitation and the lack of bagels, yeah, I have stuff to write about. But maybe this stuff is too negative. I don't know what to tell you. Maybe some days you've just got to tell it like it is. And maybe that's what the May Bee is all about.