Bee Lavender

A few moments ago I was writing a few words, when suddenly at each keystroke appeared a cerulean dot; and then when I moved the mouse around in frustration, great sweeps of thick blue lines covered the page.  Computers are so weird, I have no idea what happened.  My musings on Trimontium, clocks going back, the flare of the setting sun, pictures of a giraffe, printing schedules, have disappeared into the ether. So I shall emulate the bee and buzz off.