A Hive is not a Home

 I went to feed the bees this morning and peeked in to see how many frames they were on today as they have been going through sugar water fast the past week or so.

No bees. None. 

Having the bees seems to have been a load-bearing card in this house I've been building. It doesn't look like today will be a day in which I get dressed and do things.

Well, the day got better

 My sister and her family came out, and I took them to the new Aquatics Complex that I've been meaning to get to since it opened in February, and it was really cool. I swam a length and half, we all collectively remembered/figured out how to swim the side stroke and breast stroke, some of us (not me) dove and tried the water slides (nephew's verdict, not enough time sliding to be worth the waiting in line). My sister and I got in trouble for walking against the current in the "lazy river", but now I know that I can go do that in the mornings when it's allowed (and cheaper than the "recreational swim" time that we were there today), so that's good. Then we got the Mexican food that we couldn't get yesterday because the restaurant was closed and got to go browse around my local comic shop, which is always a good time. Came home and there were bees visibly flying around in the backyard and going in and out of the hive, but when I lifted the lid I still could only see one or two. Possibly they are deeper in the hive and harder to see? I don't know. It occurred to me that if the swarm was an older queen who left a previous hive, it might be time for a new queen already and that would make for changes that I'm not all that clear on. I'll keep feeding them and hope for the best, I guess.