That was the sun this morning. The air is so full of smoke and ash that it looked like it was a normal overcast morning... until the sun glowed red behind the clouds. I slept very badly last night, and woke up having slept through both alarms, dehydrated, with no voice, and feeling like someone had hit me with a truck. My ribcage hurts every time I breathe in. Scratch that; it hurts constantly, but worse when I breathe in.
I want to find the arsonist who started the Santiago fire and roast them over a fire. Hammurabic justice is apt in this instance, don't you think?
