Around here, sometimes red means "pretty."
But.
Sometimes it means "stop." As in, "Here's the edge of your property."Metaphorically, in my life these days there's too much of the second kind of red: as in "No."
Or at least the wrong kind of "Yes."
But perhaps that's just my perspective at this moment.
Perhaps it will change.
At least I still get to live here. Well, not here exactly, but darn close.
Yesss!!!
