Red. Stop sign red. Stop.

I should have stopped before I started today. Just a litany of woes, it was. One thing after another.

Losing one of those ice spikes you put on your shoe. Walking in way too cold wind. Gently backing into another car – so lousy.

AND, to top it all off: my darn dyes were not going on in the usual smooth way. My energy was OFF. It was affecting everything.

Just one of those days…

But no. I’m not stopping. Not me.

Red.

Fire red.

Ready to burn again tomorrow.