I’m ready to get outside! My poor bike, the Bee, has cobwebs in the spokes.
What is it that keeps us from doing the right thing?
What day is it today, anyway?
What’s keepin’ me from hoppin’ into the saddle?
What would the Bee say to me if he could talk?
I don’t sting!
What’s the word for that feeling called when you coast out of the driveway and look up and see the sky, really see it, for the first time in the day?