Okay I had this dream during my nap.
I go downstairs to take one of our dogs out. When I open the door there is a whole mass of bees. My bees. In one collective buzzy voice they speak to me. And say, "You suck as a beekeeper, we want to go back to Georgia."

Anxious much? I have gone to sleep each night so far thinking of them. I am worried I have forgotten to do something and things in my hive are not well. But during each day I see the girls flying around the yard. One of them was resting on my porch door the other day. She was the most beautiful gold color. Of course my opinion might be a little biased.