Some guy called me this morning at 8.33am. Well, he didn't exactly call for me - it was a wrong number. But in my semi-conscious state, as I walked back to the bed, I looked out the window and saw the moon. It was red. The skies were completely grey. Grey as grey could be. But the moon... the moon was frighteningly, eerily red. At 8.33am in the morning.

I knew then the haze was bad.

Almost 5 hours later, the skies are still as grey. The moon has disappeared. But the sky is a war-time army blanket of gloom. I would say more but that would make me terribly late for my appointment with Lilian. So Lil, just for you, I will end this post now.