This morning, Cate walked into work with a bee on her swatches. She put her things down and stepped quickly away. I picked up the swatch she was on, and took it back outside. "He was in my hair earlier," said Caitlin. "It's a she, all bees are she's."
The only male bees in a hive are the queen's mates. Once mated, the males are escorted out of the hive and sent off into the great big world to die. Most languish just outside the hive. If they try to enter the hive again, they are attacked and driven away. Most of the bees that we see, are female. They are the workers who gather pollen, tend pupa, build honeycomb, and take care of the queen.
Work was a busy busy beehive(with the exception of the annihilation of all males). The three people who were helping on my project needed guidance, the projects I was preparing to enable those same people to continue working after the project they were finishing needed attention, and the designer needed a fit expert in her fittings. Busy! I missed breaks, worked through part of lunch and left late.
On our morning run, I asked JE what he thought we should do after the triathlon. "train for another triathlon." Where, I asked. "I don't know, Hawaii?" Sounds good to me. I think I love this lifestyle. Yes, I feel busy, but good busy. I sleep well, I get hungry, I sweat. Even tonight, during my swim, I was sweating.
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