There are days in which everything seems to be random and on a haywire bent. Random. Randomness. That’s my word of the week. Got to run with it all.

Just the other morning, a bee or more probably a hornet, decided to just follow me everywhere. It couldn’t seem to get enough of me. It just hung with me step by step. It was eerie. So spooky that I started to believe it was in actuality a drone. I felt it had to be mechanically driven since it was so in sync with my steps. I’m sure it wasn’t a drone. Well, maybe. It’s the year 2020. Anything goes.